 I'm working out my arms for what I'm meant to hold on to. Provisions and precautions, decisions and departures. I'm tripping, thought I lost you. This shit getting exhausting. Withdrawals over what this love cost me. You in my thoughts and it's hard to get you off me. Midnight, I make myself another coffee. This is backwards. You supposed to be the one that caused me. This is madness. I've been moving like this all week. And my conscience say you've been killing me softly. I know you hear the sincerity when the song speaks. I'm praying that you for some more clarity. Hope it calms me. I'm praying for me.