Futures
Navigating Love's Turbulence: Reflections in 'Futures'
Lyrics
It was a Sunday, I was feeling pretty hazy.
Reflecting on a hazy feeling experienced on a Sunday.
Too many uppers... threw up. You wouldn't save me.
Admitting to taking too many drugs, resulting in sickness, feeling abandoned by someone who didn't help.
And I could that tell there was nothing left,
Sensing an emptiness or lack of substance.
still, I fell to my knees, put my head to your chest.
Falling down in vulnerability, seeking solace and comfort.
And I said that I was sorry, it just wasn't enough.
Apologizing but feeling uncertain about its sincerity.
I'm not sure I even meant it, but you didn't call my bluff.
Uncertainty about personal feelings, but the other person didn't question the apology.
You said you were mad, I could tell you were angry.
Acknowledging the other person's anger or frustration.
I said ""I love you."" but admit that notion's crazy.
Expressing love while recognizing it might seem irrational or unrealistic.
The words that I swallowed may have ta
Regretting words spoken, feeling they would have been better left unspoken.
sted better had I not.
Reflecting on the consequences of swallowing those words.
I could have grown up along time ago.
Contemplating delayed personal growth.
I could have shown up a long time ago.
Recognizing a lack of presence or commitment in the past.
I was wondering if I could come by?
Seeking permission or acceptance to reconnect.
Let me try to sell you on my new life.
Attempting to persuade or convince the other person about improvements in life.
How I'm doing great, and I've been fine.
Claiming to be doing well despite uncertainties.
We'll talk about the things that get
Suggesting a discussion about coping mechanisms.
us by.
Dealing with life's challenges together.
Lay in the memories, we'll talk until I sleep...
Spending time reminiscing, engaging in deep conversation until falling asleep.
Of all the things that we could be, and all the lives that we will lead.
Considering possibilities for the future and multiple potential life paths.
Yea, it's on the tip of my tongue, but it's not worth repeating.
Having something to say but feeling it's not important enough to repeat.
Yea, I can take this, one hit at a time.
Taking life's challenges one step at a time.
Tell me I'm the lucky one.
Seeking reassurance of being fortunate despite difficulties.
Tell me that I need your touch.
Desiring affection or closeness from the other person.
Tell me I'm the broken one.
Feeling emotionally broken or damaged.
Tell me that you're sorry.
Requesting an apology from the other person.
Tell me this is love.
Questioning if the situation is an expression of love.
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