Lilacs (feat. Henry Vee)
I just can't make my head stop thinking about it
Everywhere I go I'm around it
Anticipation clouding my judgement
But I can't rush it
No I won't touch this
Brooding with my phone on my chest
All the things we need to address
You can fix with a text
You leave a homie perplexed
And I can't get no rest
Just knowing there's weeds in the garden
And the lilacs fail to bloom
What does that mean to you?
Everything I can do, I've done for you
But I can see from afar that I might have to make some room
Can't set a table for two
Using withered gloom, no
You always slip away
The weeds sink deeper roots
They hold me all the same
If that's all the same to you
And even if I wait
What the hell is left for me
In this field of weeds
I keep seeing a forest
But are these really trees?
But even if I leave
What the hell are these memories supposed to mean?
I think it's time to pick my lilacs and fucking leave
But I must admit
I just can't make my head stop thinking about it
Everywhere I go I'm around it
Anticipation clouding my judgement
But I can't rush it
No I won't touch this
I think about you every night
Flowers wilted by my bedside
I question if I know I was right
But I know it's too late for goodbyes
Well I was kickin' round downtown
Scrollin' through SoundCloud
When I lifted my head to your eyes
I had a hole in my heart
Left a place, like a mark
of a pocket levy'd with envy
You caught me prayin' to a god
That I don't believe in
All to bring me just a little closer to meeting
But the post is getting slower
And the boys are growin' older
And there ain't shit to do
So won't you come through
As just you
I'm pickin' the lilac
Pics getting me sidetracked
It's getting harder every day
Harder to kickback
Kickin' in the back track
Bassy like an amp stack
Killin' the wait like I'm running in place
Ain't takin' the bait so get out of my face
Like it couldn't be harder any other way
Cause' I just can't make my head stop thinking about it
Everywhere I go I'm around it
Anticipation clouding my judgement
But I can't rush it
No I won't touch this
Even though I'm antsy like I'm ready to fight
I'm pushing down these thoughts
Like I've been doing all night
But I can't rush it
No I won't touch this
Everywhere I go I'm around it
Anticipation clouding my judgement
But I can't rush it
No I won't touch this
Brooding with my phone on my chest
All the things we need to address
You can fix with a text
You leave a homie perplexed
And I can't get no rest
Just knowing there's weeds in the garden
And the lilacs fail to bloom
What does that mean to you?
Everything I can do, I've done for you
But I can see from afar that I might have to make some room
Can't set a table for two
Using withered gloom, no
You always slip away
The weeds sink deeper roots
They hold me all the same
If that's all the same to you
And even if I wait
What the hell is left for me
In this field of weeds
I keep seeing a forest
But are these really trees?
But even if I leave
What the hell are these memories supposed to mean?
I think it's time to pick my lilacs and fucking leave
But I must admit
I just can't make my head stop thinking about it
Everywhere I go I'm around it
Anticipation clouding my judgement
But I can't rush it
No I won't touch this
I think about you every night
Flowers wilted by my bedside
I question if I know I was right
But I know it's too late for goodbyes
Well I was kickin' round downtown
Scrollin' through SoundCloud
When I lifted my head to your eyes
I had a hole in my heart
Left a place, like a mark
of a pocket levy'd with envy
You caught me prayin' to a god
That I don't believe in
All to bring me just a little closer to meeting
But the post is getting slower
And the boys are growin' older
And there ain't shit to do
So won't you come through
As just you
I'm pickin' the lilac
Pics getting me sidetracked
It's getting harder every day
Harder to kickback
Kickin' in the back track
Bassy like an amp stack
Killin' the wait like I'm running in place
Ain't takin' the bait so get out of my face
Like it couldn't be harder any other way
Cause' I just can't make my head stop thinking about it
Everywhere I go I'm around it
Anticipation clouding my judgement
But I can't rush it
No I won't touch this
Even though I'm antsy like I'm ready to fight
I'm pushing down these thoughts
Like I've been doing all night
But I can't rush it
No I won't touch this
Credits
Writer(s): Alec Bellotti, Henry Vacherweill
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