HEYHEYRAPGAME
You wanna get real...
so you switch your should-bes for the cold facts
ya give up the world for those fat stacks
and your perceptions have drained into cataracts
and your biggest causes have fallen skipping laugh tracks
I watch as you melt into the puddle that'll drip into a polluted lake
watch as you run through half-assed rhymes half-baked
as you try to justify lethargy as a kingly state
watch as you cross the wild hopes you helped create
and after have the nerve to immediately dissipate
My head aches all... the... time
but you push migraines through
and though you'll claim you love too
all your humble paths only lead back to you
I know that you know we all have that knot in our chest
but why'd you make a noose of yours?
was it the fear of the endless doors?
or the longing to empty your core?
Let me make it known, you lost creature
it is my highest pleasure
to un-meet you
there is no backtrack from this
no refrigerating this dish
no retroactive participation in innocent bliss
I bit my lip to help you
frazzled my hair and broke my thumbs
only to find the perfect reasonings you so carefully spun
were the same that so easily breezed into a state of undone.
you'll still stare at the ground, but
the worlds answers
you used to track
between the cracks?
This is the end to all of that.
Either divert from your recent past
or
take yourself
and find where your personal ditch is at
and continue to fall until your pulse lines flat.
so you switch your should-bes for the cold facts
ya give up the world for those fat stacks
and your perceptions have drained into cataracts
and your biggest causes have fallen skipping laugh tracks
I watch as you melt into the puddle that'll drip into a polluted lake
watch as you run through half-assed rhymes half-baked
as you try to justify lethargy as a kingly state
watch as you cross the wild hopes you helped create
and after have the nerve to immediately dissipate
My head aches all... the... time
but you push migraines through
and though you'll claim you love too
all your humble paths only lead back to you
I know that you know we all have that knot in our chest
but why'd you make a noose of yours?
was it the fear of the endless doors?
or the longing to empty your core?
Let me make it known, you lost creature
it is my highest pleasure
to un-meet you
there is no backtrack from this
no refrigerating this dish
no retroactive participation in innocent bliss
I bit my lip to help you
frazzled my hair and broke my thumbs
only to find the perfect reasonings you so carefully spun
were the same that so easily breezed into a state of undone.
you'll still stare at the ground, but
the worlds answers
you used to track
between the cracks?
This is the end to all of that.
Either divert from your recent past
or
take yourself
and find where your personal ditch is at
and continue to fall until your pulse lines flat.