Baby, I don't know what haste is, but they say I make a lot of it
I don't even know what I'm chasing, but I think I've almost caught it
You don't need a map if you don't have a destination
You don't need an atlas if you're just running to run
Baby, take it slow
Take some time to sink into the low notes
Oh, I'm knee deep in courage, but I'm up to my neck in excuses
That I justify by all the sleepless nights
Am I ready for the fight, am I ready?
You don't need a shield if you can't feel the blow to your chin
You don't need a door if you're not planning to let me in
Baby, come back home
Take some time to feel safe all alone
I try to be genuine, but there's a difference between trying and being
Sometimes I can be as shallow as a kiddie pool, but I feel like the goddamn ocean