Solitude

Keep my mouth shut Zip it up throw in a pocket What's the point of fucking talking It will all be overshadowed Dollar jacket on my body Feeling like a million bucks Kicking off into the mountains For the album to build up Always solo not a problem No maestro, Like it just the way it was Like it just the way it hunts Tryna build relationships With people I don't even love Same black jeans With color fading off Keep it thousand always shouting Fuck the inside world Everything hill sided Rolling on my own Getting super high yeah Shoot at the stars Got me fucking smiling On a Rare occasion where I'm faded Contemplating Hiding feelings I'm painless Overnight falling right off of the bed Not surprised of the scars on my skin