It's the warm and the comfort feel that I wore in the mud.
Worms still, swarm me, it's lust foreal.
Still sore from the sunburn. Heal.
Went searching and fell face-down in the dirt; stayed there 'cause I hate smiles.
Shake hands with a saint.
Turn around and wash my hands in the sink. We couldn't ever relate.
Pulled down the stairway as heaven awaits,
oh, I bet it. fake. pretended we'd get in the gates together, but I never meant to be late.
Better late than never, but this time is pro-longed.
He's so gone. I'm an old cause,
in a mix of dimmed lights and slow songs that fit right within this whole art of closed-off roads that junkies sniff coke on.
Broken-hearted chicks get nose-jobs.
The cigarette smoke and the little dead tone still intersects hope, and the half-dead walk.
No light but a match. It's all good,
when you're in the window looking out.
That's what life's about, right?
Found brightness in a place without shine, without time, a loud mind is silenced.
Duct-taped; projected on the outside.
A starless sky.
Oh, you're my sky.
You remind me of the back of my eyelids.
Cast in the blackness and drag in something.
Yeah. Something like me.
Something like you.
This is just what we need.
So, move a little bit.
But, just leave me. Your runway's another way to see me bleed (x3)
Just leave me. Please. For me...
Hypocrite. Maybe just a little bit.
Take it in. Listen to the things I said: don't go so deep.
I'm serious. When you think you're sinking in,
don't you go and kiss those lips, 'cause I've been there.
Made a friend of a bitch out of thin-air,
but I sit in denial and it's been such a while that I looked in the mirror, a while that feels like forever and a day.
Much better in a way. I can cover up longer.
Walk like an angel with a sedative to stay sane.
But, he's hugging on a time-bomb.
Such a lover with the lights on.
But, it's not long until they shut off.
This midnight club is all he has left. Dance with those demons, hold his last breath.
Glass full of cheap liquor, his last cent. Baggy of weed to calm the mad stress.
This isn't a place to get rid of it, eh? Hah. I'm a little deranged, but,
so blind and it feels good. Dark vibe, but it's chill.
We'll be here all night. Everything is alright.
But, god damn, it's so wrong.
Been down here so long, we can't be pulled up.
So, we party hard although our hearts are scarred. It's all we need.
(Hook)
(Outro)
credits
from The Collage EP,
released August 24, 2012
Credit goes to the band "Circa Survive" for the sample used within this track.
(Circa Survive - "Kicking Your Crosses Down")
Notebook. is an Alternative / Hip-Hop Musician that has been breaking down the boundaries between genres for seventeen
years, all while putting his graphic, movie-like journey sonically on display. Limitation in Art is not a rule that he abides by, and the extreme highs and gut-wrenching lows of Notebook.'s life-experience is what also makes his work so relatable....more
