[Verse 1: Cas One]
This one's for the vices, the advice I never took
Those stairways I mistook for pages in my notebook
Those old cold looks that grab ahold of soul and shook
Hold my head up while I hold your hand and write my book
Oh look, that crooked little window got some blinds
I never pull em down though, they see straight inside
It's like we changed minds, still stand in the middle
I don't know how I keep it, I used to keep it always
Touch hands with ghosts and still walk through these hallways
Keep myself sane with the music on the long days
Seasons still change, I keep a piece of em always
Faces rearrange, they just memories in a crawlspace
They wanna walk the shoes but never learned to tie the lace
Like that, you know what I'm saying?
[Hook x2: Kristoff Krane]
Although beauty's all around me
It's so easy to feel like I'm still drowning
Aye, set sail for the shore now, bed nails
Bet we could learn another lesson if we exhale
[Verse 2: Sadistik]
They say the dead never speak, maybe I don't listen
To the sweet nothings in the crazy world I live in
I'm in a flush grey Seattle on Monday, as the sun rays chase the shadows up hills
With a child-like sentiment, catch me if you can it's a fight flight rhetoric
Dancing on command till the night's light's setting in
Fancy what you have, it's the zeitgeist yet again
In hindsight to find my cause of death
I chased my dreams then I lost my breath
Get it? Am I clever with the words?
Does it really really matter when you're entering a hearse?
Look, I'm alone in a coma from the methadone
Searching for a saint that was frozen in a bed of snow
And then I'll excavate the set of bones
Easy come, easy go, better late than never though
Here we go again, we can call it my defeat
When my tongue is in my cheek for a solid ninety weeks
Swallow pride and grief, it was all I really had
Just so I can understand that is all that I can be
And from a bird's-eye view, sixteen shots and I'll earn my dues
Sixteen shots and the world I knew is a resting plot for the kerbside blues
I see a city trapped in amber full of all the joy and the misery that's captured
Bright lights emitting in a pattern by the fireflies like a symphony of lanterns
This one's for the vices, the advice I never took
Those stairways I mistook for pages in my notebook
Those old cold looks that grab ahold of soul and shook
Hold my head up while I hold your hand and write my book
Oh look, that crooked little window got some blinds
I never pull em down though, they see straight inside
It's like we changed minds, still stand in the middle
I don't know how I keep it, I used to keep it always
Touch hands with ghosts and still walk through these hallways
Keep myself sane with the music on the long days
Seasons still change, I keep a piece of em always
Faces rearrange, they just memories in a crawlspace
They wanna walk the shoes but never learned to tie the lace
Like that, you know what I'm saying?
[Hook x2: Kristoff Krane]
Although beauty's all around me
It's so easy to feel like I'm still drowning
Aye, set sail for the shore now, bed nails
Bet we could learn another lesson if we exhale
[Verse 2: Sadistik]
They say the dead never speak, maybe I don't listen
To the sweet nothings in the crazy world I live in
I'm in a flush grey Seattle on Monday, as the sun rays chase the shadows up hills
With a child-like sentiment, catch me if you can it's a fight flight rhetoric
Dancing on command till the night's light's setting in
Fancy what you have, it's the zeitgeist yet again
In hindsight to find my cause of death
I chased my dreams then I lost my breath
Get it? Am I clever with the words?
Does it really really matter when you're entering a hearse?
Look, I'm alone in a coma from the methadone
Searching for a saint that was frozen in a bed of snow
And then I'll excavate the set of bones
Easy come, easy go, better late than never though
Here we go again, we can call it my defeat
When my tongue is in my cheek for a solid ninety weeks
Swallow pride and grief, it was all I really had
Just so I can understand that is all that I can be
And from a bird's-eye view, sixteen shots and I'll earn my dues
Sixteen shots and the world I knew is a resting plot for the kerbside blues
I see a city trapped in amber full of all the joy and the misery that's captured
Bright lights emitting in a pattern by the fireflies like a symphony of lanterns
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