The Canvas

Is this what we want?

This can't possibly continue to go on

Peel by peel you take away the layers of the onion
To get it's own fundamental kernel of truth

See he's finding what he's seeking
Remember when he didn't seek for betterment
The rear view reveals no self reverence
Only shows why he need this with evidence
Past tries catch up, passed off, such irrelevance
Stacked doubt, passed on to the present life
Wishing for some difference in his sickness but he never tried
Remorse crashes on his couch uninvited
Since you cannot make a first impression for the second time
Actions without true meaning
Was too deep in
Catching bad habits through seeking them
Believe in them and you got them, be a poltergeist
How you gonna see a better path if you close your eyes?
Uh, and they've been closed until now
Closed off, closed eyes, life was still down
Hope gone, hoped time, would find that will
Now he's there so perplexed cause his smile don't hide a frown
A while ago he thought he'd barely make it
Right around the corner found importance there to save him
Used to believe he was scared of committing
To his own well-being
But he was scared of failing
Can't really change what you're swimming in
If you go like
Na na na
I'm not listening
Letting down the guard to break apart
Helps the pain in your heart, yeah the chest, like nitroglycerin
Cause if you don't let life suck, when life sucks
Life might come around around and bite ya
They told him after that first panic attack
That he had build up shit inside, and that that was a fact
So the best thing you can do?
Do not repeat your patterns,
And don't be a passive person,
Better pick up the all of the broken, beaten, battered puzzle pieces
And put yourself back together
The pieces might reveal a canvas

We forget vast amounts of what happens to us in life
And sometimes memory is downright creative

(And it doesn't help to look it up)

I'm learning to figure out
Most of my brain and most of my vivid doubt
Still haven't learned
Why I'm watching life through a glass, in third person
Time really passes when you're searching the cursed world for presence
And proof of existence is worthless
And it doesn't help to look it up
Cause most people never truly find a way out
Stay down, take more kicks or stand up
I try to do the latter as a matter of fact
Fuck laying down, you'll be sadder if your life's passed up
You gotta tend to your own wounds, to be patched up
Damn, if you can't
Climb out your hole that you dug, better renovate it
Cause enough is enough, and I'm sick of waiting
And that's how you facilitate it