I guess it’s cool, miscommunication make us fight

Cause you can't do knowing how I tend to spend these nights

I’m in a pool full of distant memories, the knife

In my back working out the gravity it take to type

Another message trying hard just to explain myself

I feel like god is tryna sleep on me no way to help

I feel like authoring my peace and then just stepping off

The end of planet, my advantage is I’ll watch the fall

And come back standing with more knowledge than I held today

A birds eye view of all the beauty, tragedy and hate

My words pursue a piece me that I can’t excavate

I’m just gon’ dig and hopefully I’ll see the light of day

You know I won’t baby, I been the ghost lately, I been the kid that no one offer to approach they seem

Apprehensive when it coming to what soap facing

But I could get it swear that I’m just so alone waiting

On her, on who? I’m Breaking down the truth

It’s that it never really matter til you loving you

If In the center is your acting rather than review

Of misstepping, you’re better than regretting every move

Red in the face with the blues, self in resentment ensue

Bells, instrumentals, the coup - sliding beside no ones mood

I don’t get violent I zoom

I just lit violet no gloom

Smoke in my lungs it consume

Realizing I’m fighting my tomb