reprobate - Sepha.

Promise this week I’ll do

All the things last week I meant to do

Promise this week I’ll do

All the things last week I meant to do

And in the stars out my window

I see plans and places

I could go

The energy lifts all around

I’m a spirit when I live this sound

It’s the only thing to take me outta here

The fog on my window now clears

I’ll try and quit the escape and never fear it

No longer try and take the wheel

Yet never steer it

When all I learned about myself set me free

But the weight of it ended m

Promise this week I’ll do

All the things last week I meant to do

Promis this week I’ll do

Promise this year I’ll do

All the things last year I meant to do

An infestation of loud insects

Taking up my space but never paying rent

Just like my past self living check to check

Stayin' on sofas and sleepin' on debts

When you’re careless you’re free to a degree

You live in romantic while others take your fees

You break out of the shell more stuck

And try and make up for all you took

I see a life out the window

So many plans and places

I could go

I see a life out the window

So many plans and places

I could go

Well, I could go

Promise this week I’ll do

All the things last week I meant to do

Promise this week I’ll do

All the things last week I meant to do

And in the stars out my window

I see plans and places

I could go

Now I’m in the comfort of bare bone living

Don’t need big riches, just enough to be giving

To all I owe for others and myself

Just to pay for daily gravity and health

The quiet strangers are the saviors of the earth

Those who don’t need validation or a needy soul search

Them who play their part for nothing in return

Those content within their role who never always yearn