The Healing

I've never made a better song
Than when I've been on the Prozac
May I suggest that you go back?
Understand how I control that
Understand just where the flow's at
Ruby the slippers, tornadoes in winter
Make you wonder where your home's at
Turn the old me to a throwback
Fuck the old me, he didn't know shit
He didn't know how to cope with
All of the thoughts and the omens
That bubbled inside like a potion
He spent his days in the motions
Gasping for air in the ocean
Now I vacay on the coast and
Cherish the quietest moments
Even amongst the commotion
My vision is clear, eyes open
I was hoping that it would work out
Well guess what? I made it work out
All this heat that I churned out
Surprised that I ain't a burnout
Fuck the record that they put out
This the hardest shit you've heard now
Step back, watch the world burn now
Flyer than a fucking birdhouse
Jobin is the new Kurt now
But with 808s for guitar sounds
Make it sound extra hard now
So they can't hear you pour your heart out
Make the shit extra glitchy
So they can't

I had to make it through fire and flames
Burned out, but never slowed my pace
Turns out, I put myself in that cage
And all of my fears can be dashed by my fate
All of the swords, I sharpened myself
And all of the weights were made out of doubt
About time that I freed myself
Sharp wit, leave you bleeding out
All of the files that I lost to the rain
And all of the friends whom I hated in vein
I stood tall, looked myself in the face
And let it all go, but not go to waste
Let it all go, I gave it away
All of the pity and all of the pain
Lift myself up like the arm of a crane
And follow my path like the wheels of a train
I sleep beside a collection of vials
I used to cry on the bathroom tile
My whole life could've gone a different route
If I didn't seek help, put that pill in my mouth
If I didn't reach out, make that call to my mom
Admit to myself that it shouldn't feel wrong
To imagine myself not living alone
To imagine myself feeling at home
To dream of a person who feels what I feel
And for them to be real
And maybe, to heal
Every shadow I killed in the back of my mind
That preyed on me and sought my demise
I found myself in the words that I write
And promised to climb
And promised to fight
I used to turn and toss in the night
Now I sleep just fine in the back of the flight