My Line

Pretty fast year that flew by
On wings it grew in August
My friends ain't being honest
They won't tell me how they all feel

Air hotter than a furnace
Everyone is burning
Through that paper that they stocked up
No luck, get fucked, get fucked

Yeah the magic's worn off from me
And my words ain't no help from me
I can tell she's lookin' through me
And she doesn't always like what she sees

Crooked talk get clocked
Crooked talk that I'm on
Crooked talk get clocked
No more

I got a bum leg, it's a part of me
I can't empathize, yeah my brain is fried
Sometimes I can't relate, how is that OK
They're gonna make me lose my mind all this bait I take
Sundown sitting on the hood eating curly fries
Said fuck a slice, I take the whole cake

Maybe that's what I call being honest
I'm tryna be honest, tryna be more on it

I was up 'till my phone died
Thinking we'd do something nice
Thinking we'd share some advice
Was thinking I could be alright
I was up 'till my phone died
Thinking we'd do something nice
Thinking we'd share some advice
Was thinking I could be alright

I talk too much shut the fuck up
Saying stuff I don't remember when I said it first
Shouldn't be saying anything, cause how am I supposed to know what I forgot in the first place
What do I even say, giving out speeches like the Pope gives out waves
I'm drowning in them, wanna get out of my own way
Why can't I just behave
Man I had no clue that these summers could be grey

Hundred handed Bodhisattva count the days I waste
I'm counting smoke stacks all that trust I burn away
I hit the pike that got my tires looking faded grey
Pick you up at 5 we gotta live a lifetime by 8

Always up 'till your phone dies
You're always there to hit my line
Always there to give me time
Just reach out if you're needing mine

Up 'till your phone dies
You're always there to hit my line
Always there to give me time
Just reach out if you're needing mine
Up 'till your phone dies
You're always there to hit my line
Always there to give me time
Just reach out if you're needing mine