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 reason 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 But I’m trying to remember all the feelings From the first scrape to the last scab I’ve been peeling And if I fall, I hope I come down slow I’ve waited all these years, I hope you know I can’t 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’ve been trying to remember I’ve been trying to remember I’ll be honest