Destiny Bond
Loss
Never did I understand the concept
Lift this weight up off my conscience
We was tight as strands of DNA
All Steelix in the helix
Love-me-nots been piling
Dripping peelings in your feelings
I was one petal away
Seven digits with the code
Three minutes from the core
A dozen blisters from a rose
I think I saw you on the surface smiling back like nothing happened
Then my eyelids kissed the heavens
Now I'm in here fucking rapping
Every night
I'm pressing pause on all your favorite songs
Burn it frame by frame
I hope that you don't take it wrong
The projector was my professor
Study up the out-of-bodies
Cut and pasted all my sorries I can muster out my body
Fortune teller felt my palm ooze the deepest black
If I could build the monolith, then you could see it crack
Every moment's just a curve-balled excuse to swing the bat
A couple paragraphs had passed me all the proof your demons' back
Cause all my life it was you and me
Your back to my back
It's all the skin off my nose
But ain't no slack in my mack
I swear I kept my shades drawn
Third day, we break dawn
I didn't have the nerve to sit and watch your demons take form
Liquid in a vase
Primer to the brush tips
I'm dinner to a beast
You felt like bullets to a musket
And I get it
Dizzy left cross, I might just see stars
It never helped that all our plans were locked behind a keycard
Three story drop, I went plop
It never was my plan to watch the image get cropped
Man, it was late night flickers on that CRT bubble screen
Parasite Eve: I let the tower consume you
Plateau Indigo was ours, I choose you
I let you sip all on that potion I was scared of every notion of
Maybe this is just us growing up
I don't know
There's a radio inside me that keeps
Playing every song that we had never made
There's a television sitting in my chest
That keeps on flicking through the channels
How you channel that energy
There's a ticker dancing slowly through my field of view
A teleprompter screaming every word I should have said
A GPS that shows the path I shoulda coulda took instead
Another ping to bounce around my stupid fucking crooked head
I'm sick of asking
Never did I understand the concept
Lift this weight up off my conscience
We was tight as strands of DNA
All Steelix in the helix
Love-me-nots been piling
Dripping peelings in your feelings
I was one petal away
Seven digits with the code
Three minutes from the core
A dozen blisters from a rose
I think I saw you on the surface smiling back like nothing happened
Then my eyelids kissed the heavens
Now I'm in here fucking rapping
Every night
I'm pressing pause on all your favorite songs
Burn it frame by frame
I hope that you don't take it wrong
The projector was my professor
Study up the out-of-bodies
Cut and pasted all my sorries I can muster out my body
Fortune teller felt my palm ooze the deepest black
If I could build the monolith, then you could see it crack
Every moment's just a curve-balled excuse to swing the bat
A couple paragraphs had passed me all the proof your demons' back
Cause all my life it was you and me
Your back to my back
It's all the skin off my nose
But ain't no slack in my mack
I swear I kept my shades drawn
Third day, we break dawn
I didn't have the nerve to sit and watch your demons take form
Liquid in a vase
Primer to the brush tips
I'm dinner to a beast
You felt like bullets to a musket
And I get it
Dizzy left cross, I might just see stars
It never helped that all our plans were locked behind a keycard
Three story drop, I went plop
It never was my plan to watch the image get cropped
Man, it was late night flickers on that CRT bubble screen
Parasite Eve: I let the tower consume you
Plateau Indigo was ours, I choose you
I let you sip all on that potion I was scared of every notion of
Maybe this is just us growing up
I don't know
There's a radio inside me that keeps
Playing every song that we had never made
There's a television sitting in my chest
That keeps on flicking through the channels
How you channel that energy
There's a ticker dancing slowly through my field of view
A teleprompter screaming every word I should have said
A GPS that shows the path I shoulda coulda took instead
Another ping to bounce around my stupid fucking crooked head
I'm sick of asking
Credits
Writer(s): Dennis Billy Nettles
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