The Pessimist
Crawl out and bleed in the sun
Goose bumps go raised to design
The rock that was crushing your home
You just want to rest your head and cry
I don't know what it takes
I don't know the in between
I don't know what's inside
I don't know what it means
I know what I haven't found
I know my knuckles bleed
I know I choke a lot
Because of what I know
I just sit dumb in wonder
Waiting for it to blow over
Where is the palette to paint
Praying to create a new me
Never answer to correct
Make the effort to connect
If I drop, I'll ignore
Kick it to the curb to rot
Feelings talk me into mute
Give me a shot and I'll shoot
Only to regret the noise
Of broken boundaries busted toys
I don't floss
I don't recycle
I don't drink water
I steal bicycles
I don't talk to my family
Never say excuse me
So excuse me for being rude
Because I'm in pain
From all this shame
From all this shame
I just sit dumb in wonder
Waiting for it to blow over
Where is the palette to paint
Praying to create a new me
Things don't feel right
Go strong, in wrong
Don't budge, tare it down
Big pain all shame
Will I ever be free
From all this knowing
What I see
Forty eight years and counting
I'm in pain from all this shame
Will I ever be free
From all this knowing
Will I ever be free
From all this knowing
So much pain from all this shame
So much pain from all this shame
Goose bumps go raised to design
The rock that was crushing your home
You just want to rest your head and cry
I don't know what it takes
I don't know the in between
I don't know what's inside
I don't know what it means
I know what I haven't found
I know my knuckles bleed
I know I choke a lot
Because of what I know
I just sit dumb in wonder
Waiting for it to blow over
Where is the palette to paint
Praying to create a new me
Never answer to correct
Make the effort to connect
If I drop, I'll ignore
Kick it to the curb to rot
Feelings talk me into mute
Give me a shot and I'll shoot
Only to regret the noise
Of broken boundaries busted toys
I don't floss
I don't recycle
I don't drink water
I steal bicycles
I don't talk to my family
Never say excuse me
So excuse me for being rude
Because I'm in pain
From all this shame
From all this shame
I just sit dumb in wonder
Waiting for it to blow over
Where is the palette to paint
Praying to create a new me
Things don't feel right
Go strong, in wrong
Don't budge, tare it down
Big pain all shame
Will I ever be free
From all this knowing
What I see
Forty eight years and counting
I'm in pain from all this shame
Will I ever be free
From all this knowing
Will I ever be free
From all this knowing
So much pain from all this shame
So much pain from all this shame
Credits
Writer(s): Tobias Hawkins
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