100 Each

This song is extra wavy

Uh, yeah, describing my feelings lately. I'm feeling reflective, I'm talking it out

It's intimate prayers, subscribing to healing, enlisting to deeper therapy

Trying to capture the best in me. Honest confession, I hate to admit it

I never do well with abandonment. The absence of people, becoming a ritual

Emotionally distant, don't let them in. I lost enough people, I see them as burials

In season, revisit our memories. The hurt or the let down

Which one of them stinging the most? I'm used to them both

Skewed definition, of purest of love. I'm learning it differently

Sewing the wounds

You know who I am, what I've been through

The worst of my secrets, you know them by heart. Like the lines on the palm of your hands

The best of my prayers, you took them, God made me your man

Ironically, while having walls of feeling love. Last night, I said a prayer

Deeper one than the most nights when I talk to God

Prayed about her, yeah, my future wife. I pray she patient, I pray she gentle

And I hope she kind, vice versa. I pray to God that I show her love

Not the one based upon my feelings, but upon my acts

I don't want that love, that circumstantial. No 50-50, a hundred each

Give it all we got. I've been broken, but I know a lot

I promise you I take broken pieces of who we are

Make it our collage, that's a masterpiece. Put it on a wall

I'm not really sure who you are. I'm eagerly patient, I get myself ready you not too far

My clock is impatient, divine intervention. The perfect timing, and that's all that I want

I'm waiting on you, right by the arrival. I'm holding the sign

I'm asking for you, whoever you are