Most Days Songtext

Not trying to be who I was (Need somethin' I could feel)

Born thinker, but primally influenced
Know by all as know-it-all, but try to be a student
Searchin' for community, usually findin' lunacy
In those with straight faces, so I'm tryna find the humor, B
Famous enough that boundaries are an issue
But not famous enough to say "Get from 'round me, yo, who is you?"
Proud of me, who is you?
Heard you was lookin' for me, but that bounty ain't official
What entitles you to call on me? Entitles you to all of me?
You barely learned the melody, you tryna lay a harmony
Regardless of the harm on me
You ain't tryna honor me
And if I say no, you gon' your-honor me
I think I see a path to trustin' me more, a lovely detour
And I won't see you on the same trips to the store
In this little village that I deplore
I'm tryna choose happy, I hope you can be happy for me
If I gotta smile alone with no one clappin' for me Fuck it

If I heal, will I be boring to ya?
If my dark fades, will I be mourning to ya?
I wake up sad most days, I think about the past most days
I try to carve a path both ways, one foot in this and that, so gray

I try, I try
I try, I try
I try (I need somethin' real)
I'm trying (I try)
I'm trying (I try)
Not trying to be who I was (Need somethin' I could feel)