Can you help explain why i can't get better at staying better?
It's getting hard to breathe,
These old streets weigh heavy on me.
So give up,
They won't care.
I give up,
You don't care.
Now i'm glad I can say
That I miss things less.
Cause I've learned to love the feeling
Of the world on my back.
And with my sights set to the pavement
I can see all the things I've got left to work with.