Mm
Mm
It's funny in the rear view
You're closer than you are
In truth, we're worlds apart
I'm used to being near you
When I'm down to ten percent
And you'd plug me straight back in
Now there's no one to text when the plane lands
Or to call when it's taking off
Right, left, baby steps
I'll be my own pair of safe hands
It's not the end, it's the making of
Right, left, for now
I'm taking ba-ba-ba-baby steps
Ba-ba-ba-baby steps, oh
Ba-ba-ba-baby steps
Ba-ba-ba-baby steps
It's learning how to balance
If I'm out on Friday night, it'll be me turnin' off them lights
When I come home
I'll manage (I'll manage, I'll manage)
There'll be roses on the shelf
'Cause this house gon' love itself
Yeah, this house gon' love itself
I'm taking ba-ba-ba-baby steps (one foot at a time)
Ba-ba-ba-baby steps
Ba-ba-ba-baby steps
Ba-ba-ba-baby steps
Mm
Mm
I won't fall back (mm)
If I fall forwards (mm)
Least I have that (mm)
At least I have that
I'm taking ba-ba-ba-baby steps
Ba-ba-ba-baby steps, mm
Ba-ba-ba-baby steps, mm
Ba-ba-ba-baby steps
Ba-ba-ba-baby steps (yeah, yeah)
Ba-ba-ba-baby steps (ba-ba-ba-baby steps)
Ba-ba-ba-baby steps (ba-ba-ba-baby)
Ba-ba-ba-baby steps
