Feeling grace passing through me

Can’t tell it apart from torn seams

My mind feels ashamed though there’s nobody else in the room

And my heart beats at a new volume

Driving around for two weeks

In motion, but not moving

Caught in a moment where I couldn’t stop time

In-between bane and divine

No definition for this is needed

Kyle tells me that knowing needs no reason

I don’t care about bad fortune from this height

Our first phone call went straight to my brain

I can feel my mind changing on the Q train

I want to trust my feet

Feel the ground underneath

Make peace with my mind and get encapsulated by thе sighs

The sounds that make this city groove

I want to trust that my feelings arе true