making its way towards me.
making its way towards me.
walk the layout, routines in the night.
it's just the beginning of lavish from the floor to the ceiling.
even if they say just keep your plans, i hope that you never have to drop.
take a seat with the crease in it.
two fighter jets matching energy trying to forget that we're in ejection seats.
tendencies on repeat innit.
rat race, place to place adding weight.
i have seem to run out of excuses of why i am this way.
i remember, i remember certain things.
it's lavish.
bite the hand that helps me, give it finger stitches.
disassociate, i'm navigating, i'm navigating my head.
i would swim the paladin strait without any flotation, just a glimpse of visual aid of you on the other shoreline.
did i let her know that if i found my body in chains, i'd lay down and wait and hope she looks for me?
might suffocate.
i used to be champion of a world you can't see, now i'm drowning in logistics.
can't break down.
is that a stain? you should change.
you don't quite mind, you don't quite mind, you don't quite mind.
will they still let me over if i cross the line?
i've been praying for my elasticity to return to the way that it was.
can't break down.
got a bad feeling i'm gonna lose the lead.
he's thinking 'there's no way i'm headed there,' always sure footed, educated, and was never scared.
what happened to what i brushed under the rug?
blacklisted from forgiveness.
half empty, half full, save half for your taxes then overtake your former self.
weight and expectations that i'm gonna make it.
he's thinking 'there's no way i'm headed there,' always sure footed, educated, and was never scared.