January on Lake Street Atmosphere

[Verse 1: Slug]
The door's open
My left foot sitting on the driveway
You lookin' at me sideways
You tryin' to predict what I might say
But my mind ain’t here now, I'm thinking ‘bout the highway
Gone with the gust
Sing songs for the bombs that fall in the dusk
We all want a little too much
Tryna clutch anything close enough to touch
And if I had the means
I would never be the mascot of y’all team
Y’all judging trials
I’m shoveling miles
Wanna go home and try to grow a couple of smiles
So I shift to the capital N
It happened before, and it’ll happen again
Roll backwards into the street
Now talk amongst yourselves but try to keep it on beat
I got at least ten minutes to live
You’re not a thief, just simulative
There’s no need to be a difficult finish
You can see you ain’t the only one considering getting it in
Claim that you ain’t afraid to die
Then why are you afraid to fly?
You better face the heights
Get your bravery stripes or get your name denied
‘Cause you was waiting for a safer ride
God bless, I set up the bricks
Stepped through the mess, didn't wreck the kicks
Dreamt that I lept off the edge of the cliff
Came back said the bodies up in heaven were thick
Changing lanes and re-arranging life
I ain’t tryna chase a trail of tail-lights
Manage pain to get the placement right
Stand up straight when you say goodnight