Free vodka night, heavy plight, Growers wine, big cup, empty in due time.
Kid brother, a year older at the brgr bar getting the cold shoulder for acting hard.
Shallowest groove loosing my cool, overcoat check in retrospect feeling like a dick.
The asshole without $3.50 to save himself from getting jacked like the week before
Got it all back, headphones shaking me to my core
At this very moment, “Bitch I’m 21” and you don’t know it.
Now and then, again and again as I vent.
Can’t remember yesterday clearly so I have to check my sent.
Where was my mind at, with all the type of things I said?
Knocked it out the park when I’m invited over to get fed.
Full stomachs, wide eyes, surprises and broken ties.
Been here for a moment but I watch the clock while I wait
Moment of truth in a blender with a moment of fate
Relating to the unrepeatable from a vacant view
Don’t trust the fakin’ crews no matter what they say to you
I’m a little more secure about my insecurities.
Tired of aimless drifting, In the fall wind gust with the leaves
Please spare me the responsibility of holding onto your spare keys
Yeah, I guess I trust you back but never thought it’d be like that.
I won’t be over later; I got tied up at work
Quick lies like a party favor and now I’m the Captain Kirk of Hurt.
Choppy with the speech but undeniably me.
Savor my last visit as I contemplate.
You should have never played the victim and that was your mistake.
How were you to know to my neck tied there’s a villain’s cape?
I always did my best for you, well I guess just barely
Hard to be held to that when you never treated me fairly so it scared me.
Picking up a red on the way so I walk
Blocking off half my thoughts like they’re outlined in white chalk
Washed away with the rain
Cooking with it in the end so it’s hardly part of my game.
I established what I claim.