I don't wanna be anything but honest and authentic anymore If you wanna be anything but honest and authentic, there's the door These calluses on my hands make me grateful for what I have and who I am But I still have nights where I can't sleep I find mistakes in my memories And I play them on repeat I don't want to feel nostalgic I don't wish to reminisce I want to stay here for as long as I can, and only think of this I live for late night conversations around dining room tables Keep me locked inside this moment and never let me go I don't think I need anything but romance and someone next to me But I'd like to believe that I'm alright alone for now, waiting patiently And I'm not so insecure as I always used to be And I'm still running, just not away from anything