[Verse 1] I float with no map on a moonlit tide, Coastline close time, letting minutes slide. I say “I’ll start soon” while the stars roll by, And the night writes checks on a hazy sky. Tick-tock drip-drop on the windowpane, Every soft excuse sounds the same refrain. I’m surfing the maybe, the lazy, the late, While the wake I make just evaporates. [Pre-Chorus] “Tomorrow, tomorrow,” I hum like a prayer, But the shore grows smaller each time I stare. Waves keep waving, they don’t wait for me, If I don’t plant roots, I’m a fallen tree. [Chorus] Don’t let the tide decide the life you’re in, Procrastination is a velvet sin. It steals in whispers, smooth as foam, Leaves you miles from any home. Minutes leak like sand through rhyme, Love and chances, out of time. Draw one line and take one stride, Don’t let the tide decide. [Verse 2] Post-its curl up like forgotten sails, Plans go pale while the moment fails. I chase bright sparks through a midnight mist, Then I miss the train that I could’ve kissed. Calendar squares like an empty bay, I keep painting storms on a summer day. I’m a lighthouse dark when the fog runs thick, All talk, no spark, and the wick won’t wick. [Pre-Chorus] “Tomorrow, tomorrow,” the softest lie, A lullaby that lets dreams die. Waves keep moving, they don’t plead, If I won’t start, I’ll never lead. [Chorus] Don’t let the tide decide the life you’re in, Procrastination is a velvet sin. It steals in whispers, smooth as foam, Leaves you miles from any home. Minutes leak like sand through rhyme, Love and chances, out of time. Draw one line and take one stride, Don’t let the tide decide. [Bridge] A plan’s not a prison, it’s a gentle light, A compass kiss in a restless night. One small yes in the hush of now, Breaks the spell and shows you how. Breathe in brave, breathe out the stall, Take that step, and you’ve crossed the wall. [Final Chorus] Don’t let the tide decide the life you’re in, I won’t drift out where the dark begins. I’ll stitch my shore to the morning’s hand, Name my north and mark my stand. Minutes bloom when I align, Beat to breath, and line by line. I draw my map, I choose my stride— I won’t let the tide decide. [Outro] Hush, rush, hush—the waves still sway, But I move first, and they make way.
