I do more with less
You do less with stress
Hitting me up asking for favors, and now you finally attest:
The struggle to make art with the day to day grind
Can be a bit much for your broke down, feeble and weary mind
But either you make time or you make nothing
I can tell you're bluffing you already know it's never enough
And well, i always have the last laugh, and
You shouldn't throw stones when you live in a pile of broken glass
I type out words, wondering what it even means
Keep going until i spit blood on a broken crt screen
It's about time
I been unraveling out the pieces of my mind onto a billion sheets of paper
Now i feel like i'm finally ready to get to work with this pile of razors
Whenever i find myself back in this old situation
It's never gonna be this abrasive again
I keep telling myself that
But then i wind up killing all these new cats
Here we go arms outstretched
A vulture on the breeze
You can say whatever you want
That doesn't mean it can touch me
Take me or bereave me
Take me or leave me
You were right
I was never that interested
You were a simpleton subtracting from everything
A student with no regard for the lessons
The stresses you invoke were self prescribed
I'm the zombie, you're just a corpse, either way, i'm still alive
You can't comprehend my methods or my madness
The fact of the matter is, you bring those around you nothing but sadness
The badness? it's not contagious
Don't mistake your self destructive streak for being courageous
You're a fucking failure
On so many different levels
I'm the idiot for thinking I could help you escape your host of devils
It's alright, though
I'm finally coming back to my senses
By realizing i'll never help you escape the weight of your of your offenses
I weep for your seeds, the fact they came from an orchard of wilting trees
I hope they can grow up, escape the hereditary disease
We'll see how it goes, your a broken branch that never grows
I'm the first time your story has been put to anything with artistic merit to show
Let me know whenever you are ready to say you're sorry
I'll be waiting to tell you that i told you so
The fact of hte matter is, i was your only friend through thick and thin
And you burned another bridge and I'm so greatful you finally did
A noose around your neck is not an albatross around mine
I just wish now i could reclaim some of my lost time
It's gonna be fine, i mean at least on my end it finally is
You are just one example of me shedding some sort of silly kid
Who never learns
See that in the sky?
You're just ashes