I am pretty good at nothing
When I think that I'm a star
Flying ego over mountains
Spacious skies of who we are
Wouldn't mind the peace of rewinding the time
Give me blank paper and pen
I'd feel ease in calling you mine
But then I'd know it's just pretend
Gotta find a better space
Where I recognize my face
I begin to cry
Emotions churning
Gotta find some peace of mind
Somewhere in between these lines
âCause I begin to die when my fire's burning
Ocean turning