Checkin over my shoulder. Trynna make some
sense of all these fictional feelings of
midnight blue lit street scenes that I once must have
conjured up. Nostalgia's screwin with my head.
Picking locks I know I'll never break
through although, I feel I could so.
Time away from that fog is pushing
dreams inside I used to hide.
Getting past all these things I never
thought I could. Just a matter of feeling I would.
Got to make shadows I know I can re-
ly on as I age, time flows so fast.
I just
slip into a scene I can get closer just to understand. So
many time's I've thought that it's all inside my mind.
But these nightmares are the weaknesses of my
life that I've come into contact with so many times.
The only way to beat them is breaking de-
lay of events that I should've done miles ago.
Left alone, lonely drone collecting
dust. Too much will make you ill, it must.
I try to move these bad thoughts far away. But I
can't do so til this mist is like a long gone day.
Trippin back into days when I
thought I was who I thought I'd always be.
Broken these promises to myself.
Time to put another sin on the shelf.
There's no religion up here.
Just the god of yourself slashing through your own
fear.
Time, time, time, giving a
dime. Sacrificin and realisin what it's worth.
Who, who are you when you lie to your-
self. Take it easy or fuck with your health.
Picking locks I know I'll never break
through. So I blaze and let it drift into a haze.
Time away from the fog is pushing
me inside. Can't be who I want so I hide.
Getting past all these things I'd never
think I could. But it takes more than knowing you should.
Got to make some mark I know I can re-
ly on as I age, time dies so fast.
