Saving Face

I strive for perfection yet I know I'll never see it, every morning
Meet my reflection getting dressed and tend to feel defeated
The diagnosis is depression, I'm lacking endorphins, destined
To crawl back in bed and rest until things are back in proportion

Everything's so black and distorted
Eyes refuse to adjust to a better mood lighting, lacked in this corner
Rays of hope sink down the drain. There's crack in the porcelain
Efforts to repair the break lack reinforcement

Here I go again reverting back to being bored with
The normal course of action when facing pain and torment
Dwelling on past mistakes instead of moving forward
I surely lack what it takes today, so goodnight
I'll see you again tomorrow morning

As the daylight hits once again, I'm embarrassed by the previous
Regret so numbing that I'm turning part paraplegic
This lack of feeling has me treading carefully
While carrying a credence of carelessness for my own well being

This old hell's seeming like a rundown motel
Needing fresh towels and a thorough cleaning before I check out
All this dreaming about demons in an unkempt house
Has me fresh out of ideas... Left to accept self doubt

So on and so on, mistakes are made that prolong
A never-ending slow song called, Saving Face
But only for so long is this so, so please hold on
Lessons learned in the end could be your saving grace

So on and so on, mistakes are made that prolong
A never-ending slow song called, Saving Face
But only for so long is this so, so please hold on
Lessons learned in the end could be your saving grace

I've been told that being humble gets you nowhere
I've been so mad, so embarrassed, couldn't hold back
Something in me kept the failure for moving me forward
I'm using swear words to convey the emotion, I'm tortured

Saving face it takes the place and lets me hold my dignity
I plead my case, I say my grace, it got me feeling differently
I gain no space my liquor with no chase how much more could I take?
I know that I'm a straight diamond in the rough like Tiffany's

A little rough around the edges
Like college kids, dorm rooms and petty pledges
I take a walk on ledges
I'm balancing out the act
How many shots and 12 packs of White Claw gonna help me bounce back?

Listen, I grab a rope, I pick up the slack
They say I'm tripping and I'll probably overreact
I'm getting stacks and I'm agro, no not cause I'm black
9-5 saving face, I'm avoiding the tax

Moments of embarrassment. Is it making me sad?
I don't want to show up rolling stone like my dad
I'm letting my ego kick in the door with the keyhole
Introvert, it's socially awkward I don't like dealing with people

I let my insecurities bully me like, Deebo

So on and so on, mistakes are made that prolong
A never-ending slow song called, Saving Face
But only for so long is this so, so please hold on
Lessons learned in the end could be your saving grace

So on and so on, mistakes are made that prolong
A never-ending slow song called, Saving Face
But only for so long is this so, so please hold on
Lessons learned in the end could be your saving grace

They say try and save yourself from an eventual health scare
By saving up your wealth but that really doesn't help here
I'm trying to save myself for the sake of mental welfare
Save a stubborn face for later days and not take it there

Feeling accomplished is bound to who your accomplice is
Compliments tend to bury themselves in grave states of affairs
You've got two choices: Stomp and bitch and wine
Or realize repair requires more than one stitch in time

So on and so on, mistakes are made that prolong
A never-ending slow song called, Saving Face
But only for so long is this so, so please hold on
Lessons learned in the end could be your saving grace

So on and so on, mistakes are made that prolong
A never-ending slow song called, Saving Face
But only for so long is this so, so please hold on
Lessons learned in the end could be your saving grace