[Verse: Witt Lowry] Lose the focus surrounded by all this hopeless in life that you never chosin’ Here I go again, preachin’, like I know who you are Too busy stuck inside your phone to ever notice the stars I miss the days you’d sing Adele in your car And had you wetter than the tears you would cry when discussing your scars I know your demons carry weight, don’t know what it’s like to be you Need myself from the bottom, don’t know what it’s like to need you You lied from the beginning, Don’t know what it’s like to read you My dad pa**ed away and that day I flew out to see you Do you remember? I’m thinkin’ back to December And how we talked about…