Testo: Material (The). Tomorrow. Moving To Seattle.

I can smell it on the pavement, it's about to rain. And you can feed me all the pills you want, but you cannot stop the pain.

Am I forcing my hand to write this down? Today is the day I finally realized that I can't rely on anyone except myself.

So you think you understand me... You're so anxious to evaluate. Maybe I'm well, maybe I'm fine, maybe I'm in love...

Am I forcing my hand to write this down? Today is the day I finally realized that I can't rely on anyone except myself.

Don't just stand there, it's about to rain. You were never one to worry. Maybe my dreams are just more interesting than my reality. All this time... See it through my eyes