Too much space took the best of us

Juggling a dozen knives that cut

Glad my hands finally gave that up

Dug myself into deeper graves

Now there's flowers growing in my place

Guess it's fine that I'm not the same

Comes natural where I go

Moth to a flame

Breathe it out 'cause I know

Every time I try to run from my mistakes they catch up

Catch up

Heard a whisper to let it go

Buzzing through on a radio

Maybe it was you driving by

These wildfires are a saving grace

Clear the slate yeah it clears the space

'Cause sometimes I wanna blow away

Oh woah

Comes natural where I go

Moth to a flame

Breathe it out 'cause I know

Every time I try to run from my mistakes they catch up

Catch up

My mistakes they catch up

Go on and catch me 'cause I'm so tired tryna run from my mistakes