Hours

I'm in my own prison, guess that will be my creed
Books on my shelf that I will never read
I had to cut her off, she don't fulfill my needs
Got too many hustles, I know why I'm fatigued
See me from a distance but you won't say a word
But I don't care what your thinking that I can reassure
Try to follow the lines but then they seem to blur
Like wade boggs, on his way to steal third
I can't cook but I still live in the kitchen
Was sick for a few days tryna fight the addiction.
Away from family so we can't continue tradition
You say you support the art, but you don't give a listen
My hearts full but also feels so empty
Hate the feeling that every one is against me
The way I act, I could probably win me an Emmy
Try to make waves when I'm 90 just like I'm Betty

Many nights I stare at the ceiling for hours
Try to think of pretty things like puppies and flowers
But the pain overtakes It's got too much power
But we share that same pain, so we can call it ours

Who you gonna call when you cry out for help
I'd go back to old songs but I got new ones on the shelf
Drives alone just so I can figure out myself
Lost again, feels like I'm swimming through the kelp
Pit in my stomach I could use a warm meal
Carry the weight on my back, I feel like I'm Brad Beal
There's some scars in my life that I wish could heal
Gotta be strong for others, need to keep it concealed
Life on auto go through the motions for days
Feels like a foggy night, the way I struggle through the haze
Started to hate school I couldn't finish essays
Too many thoughts stuck behind my empty gaze
I need a change, to stop this cycle I'm in
Before I place my dreams in a fucking trash bin
Yeah I'll take some losses gotta take em to the chin
And stay up, before I get stuck in some gin

Many nights I stare at the ceiling for hours
Try to think of pretty things like puppies and flowers
But the pain overtakes It's got too much power
But we share that same pain, so we can call it ours