Charcoal (feat. F. Scott)

This is a This is a letter Not really a letter I'm no worse or no I'm no worse or no better But how have you been But this isn't a At its worst it's a song A mantra at it's best A get up and go get her But you'll leave it too long So you know what you had A perfectly fit and well knit kinda Charcoal wool sweater So don't be all sad Like the nights were so cold Not unusual for the summer You'd say my wooly was black But you'd rep it in gold My high school colours Somehow it seems so surreal And the music's too loud I fumble for your hand I stumble on my words I am almost the man I think you Forgive me, my thoughts often get patchy A quilt or a sleeve No well worn heart to sight see Cause I don't have my sleeve Cause I don't have my sweater Cause this isn't a letter It's a sword with a sheath best believe that the pen is no better It's fodder for righteousness Don't you see it A door with a wreath so you know where the winter was headed Do you see it Or a home that is not mine I don't regret it But if money is Sometimes I pray for your friendship But most times I know you know I don't believe in But most times I do nothing at all Do you follow me Because I've lost you before Before the nights got too cold More people started to dance I'd start having fans They'd smile with their lips and their teeth and your eyes they would Roll with the punches don't fold Then go fucking home Then why are you here Then go fuck some I'd say it's ok that's just how this shit A weekend apart That's how this shit starts That just how this shit goes What would it have cost you to Moreover you hurt at my shows You hurt and it shows It's all in your eyes Lit up by the lights The flickering lights They're open they're open they're open they're open They're closed In the end it's just fine You still stick by my side A little further each time So mull it over with wine You caught me at the right Money I've been seeing this The light But time is Funny that way I see them side by side Like the ones where I sing wrong in songs that no one will find That no one will hear Just you and the fam No album next year No break from the tour No weeks disappeared Just a home to afford A honda accord A shawty Aux cord And a friend to be bored with And I'd turn down the volume And I'd reach for your hand And I'd speak real clear And I'd be the man God damn you revered Cause I'd know what I wanted Now I know what I wanted I don't know what I want now I'm not blessed I'm cursed I'm not bitter I'm burnt I'm not better I'm worse Cause I know what I want now I want you to try harder I want an answer You need a partner You need some space Now I need an apartment And I need a titter You need a light But I needed a shot in the darkness I haven't seen you in years Don't make me a martyr Don't make this shit weird Don't make this shit real Don't make this the header But this isn't a letter Its peace in piecemeal An attempt to get better Cause I know what I want now I want my charcoal wool sweate