THE 24.E BLUEZ
When my scars break open I medicate
Deep down I know there's a better way
Angry over everything I didn't say
Or should've said
I end up saying everything I shouldn't say
I know it breaks my moms heart when I raise my voice
There's no Harvey Dent face on either face of my coin
So misguided I miss the face of my point
Shooting eyes closed free
I caught the strays of my choice
I been thinking bout god a lot lately
And I mean an awful lot lately
Got him slathered on the screen
Get their profit off crazy
Then turn around and judge me based on my decisions
24 still need a father figure
It's hard to get attached
Cause everything you love will leave you
Believe me
Who needs the 21st my superpower is always leaving
Without a reason
For christmas I need apologies or therapy
Whichever one will bring me clarity
Terra cotta potted flower just reminds me of sincerity
If you water the soil
Then trust the earth
But I guess I get what I deserve don't I
I guess that's what I get
For losing touch with my spirit
I want to talk to god
But I wonder if he'd hear
I've been reaching out my hands
For so so long
Can anybody hear
Deep down I know there's a better way
Angry over everything I didn't say
Or should've said
I end up saying everything I shouldn't say
I know it breaks my moms heart when I raise my voice
There's no Harvey Dent face on either face of my coin
So misguided I miss the face of my point
Shooting eyes closed free
I caught the strays of my choice
I been thinking bout god a lot lately
And I mean an awful lot lately
Got him slathered on the screen
Get their profit off crazy
Then turn around and judge me based on my decisions
24 still need a father figure
It's hard to get attached
Cause everything you love will leave you
Believe me
Who needs the 21st my superpower is always leaving
Without a reason
For christmas I need apologies or therapy
Whichever one will bring me clarity
Terra cotta potted flower just reminds me of sincerity
If you water the soil
Then trust the earth
But I guess I get what I deserve don't I
I guess that's what I get
For losing touch with my spirit
I want to talk to god
But I wonder if he'd hear
I've been reaching out my hands
For so so long
Can anybody hear
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Writer(s): Alexander Fields
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