Everything I've ever done and said has led up to this moment and what am i doing but sitting in bed, dwelling on the mistakes ive made and writing a song about who i once was and who i will to be. Theres something missing now In my memory of who i was last september so I'll replace it with who i tried to be. I imagine myself as i should have been but what was said and what should have been has me stuck in the in between of presently dwelling upon the past. And something is missing now in my fantasy for the five year plan of the future me. If i can't settle down i will never be free to become myself as I've always seen the adult me with a family an education and a job. I have to act now but I'm missing motivation or whatever drives those late nights.