Friendly Crossfire Hotel Books (Ft. Levi The Poet)

[Verse 1: Hotel Books]
Sometimes even tolerance is void of compassion
So I'll ask if we can somehow ration
Some fashion room for fast action, removal of passion
From the last stand we took against happenstance and
Move past the future of perfection with conviction
A numbness of remission or retreat of mission
Until we're fishing for compliments and opposite opinions
And strategically place neglect of excuses

I've buried enough dreams, I've cut out the wrong seams
Stitch up these guts, let's make us love, let's make us bleed
It's what we need, conform no facade baby
Make me believe it, make me see
It's fortified past the bonified excuse past the lucid bigotry

I am the composition of notes to a melody
We're sung by a chorus of familiar sympathy
I'm not worried about singing in key
With the confrontation of conformity
I'm just worried about you listening

[Break]
I guess I was too much to ask for
I guess I don't know who I am anymore
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I am confiding finally
Take this gun from me
I'm not going anywhere until these demons start to leave