"Too late" is beside the point.
I traded in my dreams for prescription and coin.
A penny for my thoughts on my quarter life crisis.
Do you have the time to hear my virtues and vices?
Don't call this casual. Cause we're hoping for a miracle.
We put in the time, and tested our patience.
Six hundred miles and exposure for payment.
You can string me along, like a hook to a played out song.
You've always been a part of me.
And I've been waiting patiently for things to get better.
You're just like Chicago weather.
You're hot and cold I never know.
I melt for you, and then you turn to snow.
Under pressure and underrated. I'm wearing myself thin.
I'm held together by shoe strings and casual sin.
Wrong place at the worst time.
Did I do the right thing with the right people?
You can string me along, like a hook to a played out song.
You've always been a part of me.
And I've been waiting patiently for things to get better.
You're just like Chicago weather.
You're hot and cold I never know.
I melt for you, and then you turn to snow.
I know that I get tunnel vision.
But it's worth it just to keep the feeling.
Mistakes and regrets. Headaches and missteps.
And you think we're misguided.
I know that I get tunnel vision.
But it's worth it just to keep the feeling.
Mistakes and regrets. Headaches and missteps.
And you think we're misguided.
You can string me along, like a hook to a played out song.
You've always been a part of me.
And I've been waiting patiently for things to get better.
You're just like Chicago weather.
You're hot and cold I never know.
I melt for you, and then you turn to snow.