Letter to psyche pt. 1 Lyrics

I don't wanna give no ultimatum

If you wanna come later

If you wanna come stay up

If you wanna come pay up

But you know you got work in the morning

Then wake up yawnin

Tryna keep up, keep up

One don't got no obligations

At least for today

At least you can stay

For as long as you can, babe

As long as you wanna

Everything's in the air

Everything's in the air

Go ahead and cast a line

And reel it back to the front

Just to see what we get

How we managed to fish

To conclusions and illusions

That don't even exist

I guess here in the sand

Where that line goes

Suppose we roam the roads

To console our soul

It flows and grows

From the concretes

Forever linked

Then our ocarina time spinks

Or where our mind meets

Baby girl, don't you

Don't you know that I dream to you

Late nights on my knees

Asking God to help me

Change my ways for you

Never late, it's true

No growing pains

Really be painful too

So in the dark, look for the light

And I know you make it through

And any boogie man

That's underneath your bed

I clear him out

Get him away from you

That's what I'm supposed to do

If you let me

Yeah

Yeah

Everything's in the air

Yeah

Uh

Yeah

Uh

Yeah

Everything's in the air

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

I'm knowing life ain't no fairy tale

But you know I know you very well

Never compared to the love we have for you to me

But close enough to find our unity

Suppose we write our feelings like eulogies

To lies the dead

Feelings in the world that we couldn't escape

Elated to find someone that can share our space

In the world, when the tears, heartaches, really detrail

I wake, I guess it goes to say

That none of this was make-believe

Gentle words, pull up in toxic chain

But teach me how to relax and breathe

Or maybe it's a relaxing breeze

That's gracing leaves, that sits in trees

I never accidentally leave you

But bullshit, you can see it through

Thinking emotions that we breathe through

And how to feel love back in the day from a relationship

There's no limit if you

Know it seems like I'm speaking in riddles

Or maybe a little

The heartstrings tied too brittle

Or maybe just relaxing

I imagine that when God made you

I bet he cussed for the first time

I bet he turned to an angel

Gave him a high-five and said

God damn, I'm good

I'm gonna be honest

It's not often that I find myself eager to write about love

In fact, every time I try to write about love

My hands cramp

Just to show me how painful love can be

Sometimes my pencils break

Just to prove to me that every now and then

Love takes a little more work than you plan