bassea - stick n poke Lyrics

Waiting on December
It's the warmest I remember
But I still have problems feeling in touch
Stick n poke a temper
But my skin don't feel like embers
I don't see the point of hurting this much

I've started to surrender memories from long ago
I don't want my brain to fester and it's started growing sore
Maybe weeds will grow around me in the place I call my home
But the cold front might come faster and the weeds will cease to grow

I'm still losing track of time, getting drunk on cheaper wine
Telling stories of a love that I still feel
Still thinking it's a sign, hope the doctors say I'm fine
While I recollect my conscience from the ground

While I still can I'll feel fine
As long as I keep peace of mind
I'll keep on

Waiting on December
It's the warmest I remember
But I still have problems feeling in touch
Stick n poke a temper
But my skin don't feel like embers
I don't see the point of hurting this much

Oh I know it lasts
I won't go too fast

I can't promise I'll note my declines
Can't focus on stoicism and all of its designs
So while I still can I'll feel fine
As long as I keep peace of mind