Yamba Lokumu

Here I am sitting in the dim light trying to put my mind to paper with this pen, yet I'm failing once again
cnd I put this rhythm to these notes, but I can't cough up what I wrote
My mind is stale as my tongue
Will you please make up your damn mind, I'm sick of wasting all time with you and walking in your shoes
I can't stand your personality, your bullshit positive tattoos and now I'm sprinting backwards in place

When will i get over this slump?
cnd I'm falling back and even you can't pick me up
I guess it's up to me this time

cnd I am losing my mind and I'm losing color
cnd I'm still searching for a sign
I thought that I had more time, turns out I pissed it away
cnd now I'm falling behind

I've got stacks of half written songs of anxiety and insecurities piling up at the fucking foot of my door
It might sound sad, but I aint mad cuz it's my past and I try to move passed it
ct least it's what I make myself believe anyway

Don't wait around forever
She said ""I'll see you later""
Don't hesitate about it now