As we grow, resource.
All searching for the will to try to keep us on the course.
I never really finished, never settled for the sum.
Setting West to run the East, I'm rising with the sun.
So we hit the drum. Me? I bang the snare and the kick
I have to do it if I don't I get sick
And need rewinding reel to reel.
Attempt to catch up slack
Before it slips between the cracks of the curb.
Because of something so absurd, that it's leaving me disturbed.
When all we really need is a minute off the feed
See it's temporary hurt.
That news hits you on the curb you sit.
When your sinkings got you thinking that your dirt in the ditch.
So lift yourself it's just the road where it dips
And giving up was never down on the list.
We've got all the things that we could need
To be without that something.
Recently these needs are set to greed
I've heard these reasons running.
I am the enemy, the enemy of me is me.
Sitting in on sessions do you really breathe?
Really, rarely do I give myself the chance to win and be.
Find too many obstacles to drag them out in front of me, under feet.
Caught in some contraption that I thought up for me.
Suspend myself from ceilings so I can't reach the key.
Can you see it, Please? Slide it over coz I need some sleep.
A story on repeat, too many characters to tweet.
The passion is unquestioned, pressing, urging on depressing.
Lessons learnt and on suggestion, lessen numbers on congestion.
On a mention are you messing like I never really listen?
On a mission to dimensions where I search for stars to wish on.
To try to hold it tight and have to let it go.
Let red hot hands cool in the snow.
To hide the side we never leave on-show
Or make the show about the side nobody knows.
We've got all the things that we could need
To be without that something.
Recently these needs are set to greed
I've heard these reasons running.
Overslept, woke, and everybody's left, right?
Left to the exit, see there's nothing left, right?
Wrong! It was all upon a once and now it's gone
Left behind I did the swan dive with no swan song.
I'm not done. The drift between pretending and ascension.
The owning and the renting, controlling, representing.
All you need is infinite. The feast is in the restaurant
The floors to sit and dine cost your investment.
You see the pace ain't that important
It's the words and how you sort them.
It's the thoughts that you can draw from
And the force of the distortion.
Not the courses you abandoned
It's the ace that had the hand won
There's no need to beg your pardon
Tell the story that you are on.
To get to keep the star that you were always told
You would never get to hold.
They said it evened out, that's something I was told.
But sitting back aint how you make it through the cold.
We've got all the things that we could need
To be without that something.
Recently these needs are set to greed
I've heard these reasons running.
I bet you never saw it coming around.
I bet you never saw it coming around, or did you?