Coming back to what we said before, ten million miles away. Coming back to what we wished back then, there's something in our way. I have my hands full of oil trying to fix this s***. Coming back; not coming back again; there's something in our way. I wish I hadn't spoken but my head is racing over a thousand thoughts. I wish I hadn't said all that s***. Repeat, repeating, but this head is chained to this big mouth and it is coming back to what we said before, ten million miles away. Coffee speeds me up - I like it - but my head cannot track all this new rhythm and I can't keep up with it. And I, can't go back to what we said before, ten million miles way. Can't go back so I have to start again in this new place. I'm tired of fighting a fight where I know I'm not innocent. Coming back. There's hope on the way. I never lost anyone here, so I guess my heart is now in its right place. Keep it here so it can heal next to yours, there's hope on the way.