Blue Ft. Familypet
Feel the weight in my age
Should I drink and wilt right here?
When the rage has all lifted
I'll still use hate to block my fears
I see blue, I've left oceans, I've left family
No devotion, mixed up feelings 'bout existing
Mostly anxious, of course broke, guess I'm angry
Trying not to find a burner, destruct naturally
Guess it's like that, curse on my back
Only see black in my memories
Guess it's like that, curse on my back
Only see black in my memories
I found religion in places it shouldn't be
And I found beauty in faces I shouldn't see
Found myself clinging to people I didn't need
Found out I'd only be happy in my dreams
Look at the stars, watch them die
Spatial perspective of my life
Smoke in the sky at midnight
Drifting out like high tide
Wondering when's the highlight of my lowlife
When someone dies, I get tongue tied
Because my mind just holds on tight to the thought that every night
Might be my last, wasn't built to last
And the years go slow, and the days go fast
And I can't move past the simple fact, the end won't wait
Even if you pray, even if you cry, even if you beg
We're all the same in the way we hate
The way we love, at the end of the day we're all the same
Should I drink and wilt right here?
When the rage has all lifted
I'll still use hate to block my fears
I see blue, I've left oceans, I've left family
No devotion, mixed up feelings 'bout existing
Mostly anxious, of course broke, guess I'm angry
Trying not to find a burner, destruct naturally
Guess it's like that, curse on my back
Only see black in my memories
Guess it's like that, curse on my back
Only see black in my memories
I found religion in places it shouldn't be
And I found beauty in faces I shouldn't see
Found myself clinging to people I didn't need
Found out I'd only be happy in my dreams
Look at the stars, watch them die
Spatial perspective of my life
Smoke in the sky at midnight
Drifting out like high tide
Wondering when's the highlight of my lowlife
When someone dies, I get tongue tied
Because my mind just holds on tight to the thought that every night
Might be my last, wasn't built to last
And the years go slow, and the days go fast
And I can't move past the simple fact, the end won't wait
Even if you pray, even if you cry, even if you beg
We're all the same in the way we hate
The way we love, at the end of the day we're all the same
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Writer(s): Mark Taylor
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