(I Cant Let Go)

Life is locked inside the little things
So many of them kill me

I cry at everything
I feel ill
I wanna hide, and I will
I whittle things until they're nothing but shells
I'm a shill for the thrill
I fill my bill with dribble
And wonder why I can't fly too well?
This might be hell

Staring at the sunrise, like I want something from it
Won't come with me
Still ain't got shit to say to a starving soul
Sorry
Straight silly
You slimy snake
You sinister waste of space
Stick with my pace
I'm sitting to say
Stave off the hunger and keep away

Practice saying no and not taking
Attack ness ain't the goal, you can't make it
A deep blackness rakes the soul in and drapes it
Back this braying flow, a gaunt facelift!

Make it tasteless
And face it
Embrace it gently
Do away with displacement
This is your face
This is part of what people see when you plead your case

Remove the veil from your inward mirror and try not to look away
But no race
Just take your time to say grace
And chew on flavors in place
It shapes the way you relate to your space

I'm not great
Just small enough to see the lake for the ocean it is
You can dive in 'til this shit won't end
But please don't pretend like you've seen everything
No greater sin than locking yourself in

Life is locked inside the little things
So many of them kill me

Just want to feel the air against my skin
And forget where I end and the rest of the world begins
I only imagine these things
But they feel real
When my hands out to heal the deep scars in my nieces psyche
But I can't reach her
I really don't want to be a preacher
On a pedestal pulpit
Talking bullshit

I want to be on the ground
Turn into all around
Until I'm found
I want to be an example not to fuck around with heavy things
Drop that on your foot, it's gonna sting
Stubborn reminder that life is suffering

Life is locked inside the little things
So many of them kill me

And yet and yet
I feel more awe from the trees than the buildings?
My body is trying to say something
I won't listen
Straight missing the point

I feel the balance approaching slowly
In a zigzag path
Can't always tell if it's moving forward or back
And that's just that
I yak 'til I crash on the right track
But in the process pick up facts
And pick up flack for my actions, I'm sorry
I'm really sorry

Got a lot of shit to learn
In just one lifetime
Tryna find my right mind
That's why I write lines
Gotta be on my hind legs when it's fight time
Ain't working against the grain
Ain't no might grind
I'ma rest 'til I see the target in my sightline
Depression dark, but I'm trying to let my light shine

Life is locked inside the little things
So many of them kill me
But some bring me joy 'til they fill me
Some bring me joy 'til they fill me