I'll Be Honest

In the city, in the summer, on a Sunday
When the streets are good and empty looking both ways
I think of what I'll say to you when you're across from me

I've been thinking about the reasons I've been skimming
Through a season, through a sentence, through my winnings
I don't know how to keep a stream of hopes and dreams afloat

I'm trying to remember all the feelings
From the first scrape to the last scab I'll be peeling

And if I fall, I hope I come down slow
I've waited all these years, I hope you know
You know

I can promise I'll be paying good attention
But I'll be honest, I'll be honored, you'll be mentioned

I think I'm who you don't know you've been waiting for
And if it's true, I won't forget, I can't ignore
I won't

I'll be trying to remember
I'll be trying to remember
I'll be honest