Lonely

If you had the dreams that I had
You'd never wake up
Better put the work in first
Before you take a pay cut
Taking what they say for granted
Brains been on vacation
Acting like you got it figured out
But I know it's made up

Don't get captured
You no name bastard
Coming in late
With cocaine casper
Old navy folds
With the one way passports
Picking up the weight of worries
Push you way passed sore
That's sure to make
The neighborhood pastor
Look back on his life
Like, "damn it really didn't matter"
Stay tuned (Stay tuned)
We have a thrilling new disaster
All the actors that we hired
Claimed they couldn't pay it backwards
Praying till your back hurts
Save it for your masters
Killed them off myself
With a machete and some laughter
"Ha, ha, ha"
Thats the sound I made right after
Walk it off
Like Molotov's
I oughta get some answers

If you had the dreams that I had
You'd never wake up
Better put the work in first
Before you take a pay cut
Taking what they say for granted
Brains been on vacation
Acting like you got it figured out
But I know it's made up

I probably wrote a hundred songs
Before I wrote this one
You ain't ever gonna hear them
Promise you wont miss them
Problem with perfectionism
Is I never
Oh shit
Move on to what's next
Before I ever finish this one
Too late I hate it
Flip my tracks till they're sacred
Play them in reverse
Till the witches circle banging
Never really satisfied
I'm dying just to make it
Pick it up, pick it up,
Go ahead and fucking break it
Building up my voice
Like i just learned how to talk
Want it all
And its there
Im just pulling out the stops
Ive been running out my fucking mind
Id rather just walk
Imma get there when I get there
Ain't no point in forcing art

If you had the dreams that I had
You'd never wake up
Better put the work in first
Before you take a pay cut
Taking what they say for granted
Brains been on vacation
Acting like you got it figured out
But I know it's made up

I got secrets that I keep from my friends
I got skeletons but I shove them
In the trunk of a Benz
Closet reserved for the shit
That keeps me up when I'm in bed
Got a key for the door somewhere
But I always forget

I got secrets that I keep from my friends
I got skeletons but I shove them
In the trunk of a Benz
Closet reserved for the shit
That keeps me up when I'm in bed
Got a key for the door somewhere
But I always forget



Credits
Writer(s): Zack Pierson
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