Existence

You come into the threshold Of another starless night of fear You're running from the demons That would drag you down again Illusions of the world are spinning Out of time and frame and synchronicity You're so sad, you're such sad-eyed girl You're so sad, in your sub-plot What is, what is this, this mess of my existence is All these politics of life and death and relevance It's my existence Another morning it comes running Up your bedpost with the wind You face yourself just like you always do Time and time again, the mortal coil of image Inner peace and satisfaction (satisfaction) And so you keep it on the down-low Hiding all the secrets that are down below And so you keep it on the down-low Tell me baby was it worth it all? What is, what is this, this mess of my existence is All these politics of life and death and relevance It's my existence Wassup Girl, it's my turn You cry and your eyes burn What's your life's turn, beautiful girl Who all the guys yearn What's more to your story, you still learn Despite why your eyes burn, soul-searchin' I seek and find the ole merchant The high beacon, your eyes talk When you ain't speakin', and at school You cry out, why does water deep dry out? Your getting gyped flat out What is, what is this, this mess of my existence is All these politics of life and death and relevance Oh just take it all, make it work and make some sense Just take it all, You're my existence Oh just take it all, make it work and make some sense Just take it all, You're my existence You're my existence