2016,dreams too far for a touch screen Stranded, hated my face in a black sheen Call it branding, it's got a ring to it Bitch you know I was just trying What's wrong with trying? When I wrote it down, I never thought it'd be real When I poured myself into the music I know he said that shit ain't me Taste tar on my tongue Burning my lungs I'm feelin' alive Wait, what's the time? Baby, I'm waiting for you I'm waiting for you, for you, for you I'm waiting for you Baby I'm waiting for you, for you, for you Baby I've been skipping on my meds, running out of air Writing songs about us paying off your debt Staring at the phone, D65 You still down for tonight? Left you on read for a while, for a while