Closer

I learn the most when my heart is broke
Carving letters into fine oak
Thoughts unsettled
I'm sentimental
Like a rose and how falls its petal
You ought believe
The mark it leaves
I shan't aggrieve
Though my heart's embezzled
Soft words spoken out across a field of nettle
I'm on the other side
In the Bay of Emerald
Divert, because you hurt and insist to meddle
Insert the sting of insults you weave that cleave with metal
It's mental
Disheveled, I arrive
Much obliged
But still, we wrestle

Yeah
Just let it ride out

I've so many thoughts and ideas
Go hit the islands of the Koreas
Karbala alongside the Shias
Zanzibar, Tanzania
Volunteered 'cause my degree is
To see if life is really more than they decree is
Shopping in gallerias with your nieces
It increases diseases of the heart and soul
And when we speak it's verbal diarrhea
No idea of the hyenas invading Crimea
Be like the bourgeoisie is
And ignore what the ghastly fee is

And when you make it through to the end
You realize the years you'd pretend
Any pretense would put you on the defense
But like Kyrie, I got the handles
Navigating through vandals
I look at all the angles
And go through proper channels
By the end, I'm in shambles
Still young and fighting constant battles
Blessed and free of shackles
So let this be your preamble
Let this be your preamble

I'm fated to, fated to, fated to, fated to, fated to
I'm fated to, I'm fated to, I'm fated to, I'm fated to
I'm fated to, I'm fated to, I'm fated to, remain true

Come closer
Cheeks like butter
In the heat of summer
We're all lost so why don't we
Just get lost together
Get lost together
Get lost together

In way or another
I'll always be like my brother
Deathward march of our lives
The feeling builds and smothers
Makin' too much a'noise there ain't a word I uttered
I can feel you inside, beside me and all around me
I look up and turnaround
Inside I scream but kept it down
Hate is bubblin' seein' red
Times are troublin'
Cross the bridge as sharp a sword
And razor thin as a hair
Deathward march of our lives
Get on up out of that chair
Gettin' lost in the times
Eleanor Waldorf and Blair
Do you follow my drift?
"In brightened technicolor!"

We see everything
We hear everything
Can't you tell by the signs
Wide-eyed, inside
Realize, it's not lies
Don't surmise, here's your prize!
Something's caught in my throat
I'm feelin' sort of funny
Chin is quivering now
Finally not that lonely
You can make your own pie
And eat it when you want to

This is the closer now
I hope you felt my mental
I hope you felt my mental
I hope you felt my mental

Moments of clarity define life it's truest