Tears In Palm Springs
Waterlogged in wishing wells
Sunflower seeds and sweeter saps
Nightmares back in middle school
Dreams of making songs that slap
Thought one day I'd be the dude
Hand slips
Hit face off the desk
Got kicked out man who all laughed
Early grad y'all called me trash
Beat up too
Who had my back
Back in box I'm Rubix Cube
Stuck up too this me unglued
Honey grab my super suit
Tonight we finally steal the moon
Split that shit at Aphrodite's
Hurt before so we tread lightly
Second thoughts she kisses us slightly
Gone since tuesday
Songs to sooth it
Back on thursday
Write more music
Born on wednesday
Left you stupid
Left on read
You always do it
Now they marry a millionaire
Like Marilyn who
These my midnight paintings
No Theodore Seuss
I'm calling out truce
While you're calling in troops
Horton's hearing you
Pass the torch and I'll carry the youth
(Youth)
Art's still healing our wounds
No lights been coming in the room
I've been plotting on this all afternoon
The bricks we lay
The things that make us
They love to hate
Heartbreak dynamics
The pain we feel
This trust that hurts
These checks for bills
And stupid shirts
A fruitless life
I planted seeds
Fought sleepless nights
And work fatigue
Don't chime in with your third critique
That shit just sounds absurd to me
(Me)
I planned out this whole damn thing
Lost four jobs still bought the beats
Brand new notebook every week
Write more lyrics till I'm nauseous
Compare myself
I don't see progress
All these problems
I can't solve them
Talk with tempos till I vomit
Till my absence speaks in silence
Facing fears
I'm sick of running
Up at north side
Fuck a compass
More ideas and music bussin
Ego trip and bust my shit in
Far from timid
I've been bugging
Only speak in commas cussing
Tell me who the hell am I becoming
Kill me twice I am disgusting
Six more months and I'll be nothing
I need substance give me something
Sunflower seeds and sweeter saps
Nightmares back in middle school
Dreams of making songs that slap
Thought one day I'd be the dude
Hand slips
Hit face off the desk
Got kicked out man who all laughed
Early grad y'all called me trash
Beat up too
Who had my back
Back in box I'm Rubix Cube
Stuck up too this me unglued
Honey grab my super suit
Tonight we finally steal the moon
Split that shit at Aphrodite's
Hurt before so we tread lightly
Second thoughts she kisses us slightly
Gone since tuesday
Songs to sooth it
Back on thursday
Write more music
Born on wednesday
Left you stupid
Left on read
You always do it
Now they marry a millionaire
Like Marilyn who
These my midnight paintings
No Theodore Seuss
I'm calling out truce
While you're calling in troops
Horton's hearing you
Pass the torch and I'll carry the youth
(Youth)
Art's still healing our wounds
No lights been coming in the room
I've been plotting on this all afternoon
The bricks we lay
The things that make us
They love to hate
Heartbreak dynamics
The pain we feel
This trust that hurts
These checks for bills
And stupid shirts
A fruitless life
I planted seeds
Fought sleepless nights
And work fatigue
Don't chime in with your third critique
That shit just sounds absurd to me
(Me)
I planned out this whole damn thing
Lost four jobs still bought the beats
Brand new notebook every week
Write more lyrics till I'm nauseous
Compare myself
I don't see progress
All these problems
I can't solve them
Talk with tempos till I vomit
Till my absence speaks in silence
Facing fears
I'm sick of running
Up at north side
Fuck a compass
More ideas and music bussin
Ego trip and bust my shit in
Far from timid
I've been bugging
Only speak in commas cussing
Tell me who the hell am I becoming
Kill me twice I am disgusting
Six more months and I'll be nothing
I need substance give me something
Credits
Writer(s): Wes Luxton
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