Mornings

Mornings are different now Mornings are different now Mornings are different now I used to wake up and smile to the sweetest kisses We used to run up the stats I kept track of the buckets You tracked of the misses I just remember the meal You remember the fight over dirty dishes Broken wishes I keep on pushing to work it out But we hate the fitness All of this running around Always running back Cuz I fuckin miss it.. But if I don't hit you up Then I don't exist You sick of politckin' I get it just hurry and take your time Take your space like the clock ain't tickin Time is slippin, heart is rippin Art is simpin Art is pimpin' Soon enough all this space and time may not be an option Might be headed in a different route then I cannot master a different outcome I cannot master my destination Not the master of my life and fate when You control my love with expectations While you burning time, I burn in patience Say you tired, hope you rest in peace Left in pieces for the next to piece You want easy Hope you left at ease When I march I hope you feel the breeze Spring is perfect feeling least but So much better in the west By the ocean eating fruit The moment's flawless it's the best Everything is so complete Anything to go back to it But everything is so damn ruined Everything clear as water now Our connection's muddy and so not fluid How do we go back to it How do we hold on to it When time is fuckin slippin and you just keep it pimpin Mornings are different now I used to wake up and smile to the sweetest kiss Now I just wake up feeling pissed Now I just wake up feeling this Mornings are different now I used to wake up and smile to the sweetest kiss Now I just wake up feeling this Now I just wake up feeling pissed