| I was waiting for it |
| My «someday» to pour in |
| My «I made it» story |
| My «it's okay, you’re there, breathe out» |
| It’s like I had this |
| Vision I’d someday have it |
| This house I saw way back when |
| I was a kid riding around |
| It was bigger than ours |
| They had some nicer cars |
| It look like something you’d see |
| Just off of Sunset Blvd |
| And that shifted my mind |
| Like that’s where happiness hides |
| Like that’s where I need to be |
| Until then, I’m on the grind |
| And that came with shame |
| Like until I made |
| Enough to buy that place |
| I wasn’t worth my veins |
| So maybe I should say |
| As I’m underpaid |
| Before all my best days |
| Are lost along the way |
| I got people I know |
| Who’ve got a seat in my soul |
| Who lift me if I fold |
| Or lift a drink when I don’t |
| Maybe that’s the dream that I own |
| That’s my receipt for my home |
| Like all I need to feel whole |
| Is a couple friends, one lover and a backbone |
| If I could be satisfied |
| Without permission from life |
| Without applause or a stage |
| Or vodka lacing my nights |
| There’d be nothing to chase |
| Nothing to lose or find |
| If within, I am enough |
| The need to prove it’s a lie |
| So maybe my someday |
| Is right in my face |
| Maybe looking for it only takes |
| As you slave away |
| So maybe I should say |
| As I’m underpaid |
| Before all my best days |
| Are lost along the way |
| I got people I know |
| Who’ve got a seat in my soul |
| Who lift me if I fold |
| Or lift a drink when I don’t |
| Maybe that’s the dream that I own |
| That’s my receipt for my home |
| Like all I need to feel whole |
| Is a couple friends, one lover and a backbone |