You talk a lot of shit
But I think I've been nice to you
Surpassing all the other shit
I was once in love with you
I know its not fitting
Residing years of feelings onto a written
Retracing all my regrets
The thoughts my body rejects
Somehow I start to shut in
Chasing the past, and making way for prime corruption is seductive
But toxic and exhausting
Smoking the grass every step down to your coffin
Crushing all of these walls
Hoping I won't fall too hard
Hoping I wont fall too hard
Suppose that I could give a f*ck about what's up
In the morning, at noon, at any given o'clock
What the temperature is, up from the past 6 years
I'll be dead for ages, before my headroom clears
That's why
I can't allow it to get heavy
My eye on the ball, and I'll die when i'm ready
Cause this setting
Couldn't get more upsetting
My mama just sighs as I look up to the ceiling
Staring at the wall
And i wonder if I'm able to forget about them all
Cause my mind doesn't comply to mind tricks
No interest to fear the divine and unconscious
Freudian slips are honest
My impulse to read into words indeed is chronic and ironic
As I sit in the cockpit
Taking a path that won't put me inside an outfit
Crushing all of these walls
Hoping I won't fall too hard
Hoping I wont fall too hard