Bambi - Recorded at Spotify Studios NYC

I swear to God, I wasn't born to fight
Maybe just a little bit
Enough to make me sick of it
But IIII can read between the lines
I want to run from everything
But my legs won't work, it's clear to me

IIII haven't been much myself
And I feel like my friends are being
Put through this hell I'm feeling
I think that I'm living
If you could call it living
So brash and unforgiving
Ruled by the vibe I'm bringing
Serving myself serving myself

The timing's poor I know it's never right
It's hard to see this time of night
Hard to know the reasons why
I fucked it up again still, I breathe a sigh
It doesn't seem so lucky now
But, maybe I can figure out why-y-y-y

I haven't been much myself
And I feel like my friends are being
Put through this hell I'm feeling
I think that I'm living
If you could call it living
So brash and unforgiving
Ruled by the vibe I'm bringing
Serving myself serving myself

Wait and see, I'll be making my own way now
I'll be making my own way now
To where I got to be
Wait and see, I'll be making my own way now
I'll be making my own way now
To where I got to be

I haven't been much myself
And I feel like my friends are being
Put through this hell I'm feeling
I think that I'm living
If you could call it living
So brash and unforgiving
Ruled by the vibe I'm bringing
Serving myself serving myself