Time is cruel. What I'd give to still see beyond this crater growing right in my chest or the exodus of regret breaking through
Erode and reset till I'm not even there. Sometimes shit just happens, why promise.
Anxiously I'm waiting for the wave to take me under
Sure I'll fight it but the tide takes and flows.
Baptized in the shit of my life
I cast my gaze up towards the stars or the streetlights
Pretend to pull them from the sky and they'd pull right back. They pull right back.
Gravity would lift its weight and I'd float right up just to fall right back. I'll fall further back.