Consistency? The future is the only thing I see slowly creeping up on me.
growing up defines tough luck like throwing up the excess that you slugged to keep you breathing, teach you something even just to wake you up.
depraved and righteous life is like this and you'll miss your friends
growing roots cement your shoes to the pavement no evasion "i'll just stay here a few more years" to hell with this selfish well-wish helpless? i doubt that have you melted with the tarmac can you not taste how stale this place is yet?
are you enslaved and flightless, chained to this island? is it worth waiting for your friendships to end? sleep where you fall keep it surreal let your feet feel the concrete jungle sleep where you fall keep staring at your potential though the rain seems so torrential
the sorrow in realizing where we are is all we know and we know nothing's a crushing blow
so set your sights on brighter lights and squint your eyes shut the windows, go outside to feel the wind blowing it's nice right? a new life slice tastes better than the antiquated pie come take a bite
through advice i give i find myself a hypocrite here at my best still thinking back to summers i spent sleeping in THE shack
through this life i've lead i find parts of myself already dead here at the top, everything to lose bury my half broken heart underneath the golden goose