I'm at the end of my wits
This sweat on my fingertips
Ain't helping me to grip on this cliff
This grit is just limitless
Acceptance, boy that's venomous
Those likes equal significance
But don't amount to dividends
These demons not relinquishing
The power to me
I'm sour and weak
Eyes to the ground
Man I'm beat
Money's evading my reach
Happy don't come with receipt
But I'll buy it quick if it's cheap
And all they see is failed musician
Worried bout the image
With no emphasis on lyrics
Expecting liquid
But I'm a stone
Not Malleable
This house is a home
It's the long run when it comes to this I'm building Rome
Homie I'm building Rome
Mentally incarcerated
Aggravated
Jucking Jiving
Paper chasing
Emancipation
Promised by the likes of Satan
We want to taste it
Even if the methods tasteless
We'll likely chase it.
What are you running from
What are you running from
What are you running from
Only free when I'm stupid drunk
And I'm Stupid drunk
I'm running from the pain that I feel
And all the harsh truth that I know
And things I don't want to get done
And people that make me feel slow
The lump that just forms in my throat
Breaks up my words till I choke
All of my fears are combining
Putting my brain in a hole
Hard to forget all the lows
But I'm high when sun rise
Smiles are contrived
Until my mind flies
To places of entertainment
These days I need to read
But I can't focus I'm fidgeting
Music's all I see
So what are you running from?
What's got you feeling numb?
What puts you in the dumps?
Do you think of giving up?
Are you ever slipping up?
Do you ever feel enough?
My happy is all a bluff