Celadon

I procrastinate more
Just to pass the days forward
If I don't have to wake up in bed an acid rain pour
And that's fantastic stay poor
But all the passes paid for
So I don't ask, I run up fast, and find a pack to make more
This fast-paced world brought the tortoise to its knees
Just to put my worlds to ease I miss the forest for the trees
When it gets slow I don't believe there's anything left pulling me
So I just need to build a lever if it's fooling you it's fooling me
I'm fully dueling who you see
When you first are new to me
So gimme a moment to reflect and I'll get better usually
But that's not the point of your presence
I need to know that there's more, I keep on learning this lesson
I need to grow
But still, I seek the same roads
Sometimes the answers in me aren't the ones that's best to know
Sometimes the radar jams and I can't exit on my own
Sometimes I need a plan it's back to X's and the O's

What you mean, what's the deal, what you talking bout?
The little details tend to send me sideways
Every step that we had took turned to walk-arounds
Sometimes I worry that I'm just another migraine
I put my best foot forward in the swampland
I think my attitude's what's fucking up the muck
She say she wanna have fun, on the one hand
She look at me I think I'm sucking all that up
I put my pride on a pedestal; it's pedal to the metal
What you want and what I got about a mile from the vessel
I ain't Mr. Fantastic, I'm stretched too thin
Pressed my sticks to the boards and still let you win
You watched me grow from out the vines and never cut me when I stuck you
I hope I never see the day those "love me"s turn to "fuck you"s
Jotting notes down, low down dirty you should've heard me
I been too sleep, waking up late and jugging early
It's some itty-bitty rain drops
Drown me in the broad day
Guess I left my strings out
Play me like it's Broadway
You love me through my shortcomings I fuck with you the long way
I fumbled through the metrics trying to measure where your gods stay

I start my day by carving it out of the hardest clay
Trying my darndest, aiming to reconstruct the shape
But since it hardens way to promptly, I disregard the detail
Instead concentrating on getting it roughly okay
There's a fine line between acceptable and not
Therefore I counteract my failures with embellishment a lot
But when the ruse succeeds, they tell me "cherish what I've got"
So I can't help it but feel helpless, must confess I'm at a loss
I need to find a better hobby
Than lying to myself it never calms me
My smiling face these days closer resembling a zombie's
Me running from my pain seems to inevitably harm me
Perhaps I've been neglectful of specifics and particulars
Allowing my subconscious mind to conceal that which triggers hurt, word
I'm putting on my dancing shoes today
I'll meet you in the details and out-dance you once we face