Greenbelt

Wasted days all through the spring

Summer comes the same old thing

Autumn falls into the start of winter’s brittle apathy

A year flew by felt like a week

Living in the days between

Struggle with philosophy

Bro it’s not that deep

This life is palm trees, CBD, endless summers at the beach

A preacher sleeping on the streets

Said where you look shapes what you see

I’m writing things i never speak

Confessing through some crooked teach

A cry disguised as songs i’d write to hide what’s broken me

Half awake fell into night

Lost the faith the sun would rise

Along the way i closed my eyes

And made a little light of mine

The feeling comes and goes sometimes

Waiting on that lullaby

But in this life i’ll just get by

Keep singing songs until i die

Sweaty, LSD, praying at my honey’s feet

Reflection looking back at me

Said what you think is who you’ll be

This life might be the death of me

Crippled with anxieties

Cries disguised as valentines to hide what’s broken me

Kneel before my father and cry when he got angry

Looking up and at my mother afraid that she don’t love me

Didn’t learn to share my brother never knew the real me

Holy spirit take me now that’s if you’re even listening

Run out the house and dip the scene

Grab my bike start peddling

I hit the Greenbelt down the street

Watch concrete fly beneath my feet

The season’s change eventually

But i’m pushing thirty feel seventeen

Looking back lost in a dream

Salt water falls just like the leaves