Used To It

I can feel the redness in my eyes
And every breath takes a little more time
You know I really hate to see you cry
But I get used to it sometimes...

That probably sounds bad
I just hope it isn't me who makes you feel so sad
You always tell me that I'm perfect, I'm just a man
Do I make you feel worth it?
Can I help you relax?

I feel like my attempts are always imperfect
Sometimes you come to me and I make you feel worse
Do you have Stockholm Syndrome
Are you being coerced?
Or am I really the things you say, am I better than I've heard?
My past evaluations had me reeling in the dirt
Just scared of being hurt
Maybe I'm tough on me
No credit where I deserve, or I'm just the worst
Either way my brain will debate
Back to back in inside this verse
I want racks inside my hearse
I wanna fill my baby's purse
Let me levitate off of the earth
Exempt from gravity, stay away from me
Like John did, and find new turf

I want pragmatic paradise
I want my business to just be mine
I don't want my neighbors to be spies
I just wanna stay inside
Surrounded by led lights
LEGO sets and weed pipes
White Claws in the daytime
My life really doesn't look right
If you're peaking in from the outside, but rest assured I'm doing just fine
Living off my creative drive
There's ups and downs buts it's alright
This is how I need my life to be
I can rest when I'm 33
And have a semblance of who I'm gonna be
For right now it's piece by piece

I can feel the redness in my eyes
And every breath takes a little more time
You know I really hate to see you cry
But I get used to it sometimes...

I can feel the redness in my eyes
And every breath takes a little more time
You know I really hate to see you cry
But I get used to it sometimes...

I can feel the redness in my eyes
And every breath takes a little more time
You know I really hate to see you cry
But I get used to it sometimes...