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 shit. 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 shit. 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.