Towards the Sun

Slipped outside, check my stats
Slice it up
It's 3pm Medellin sun
Overcast over a quick cup
Might make it out of here by 5 with some luck
Way they call it a stud
Way I stub my toe on what I thought was a banister

Always finding out I don't know enough
Always finding out I don't know enough
Always finding out I don't know enough

Towards the sun, that's consoling
I got sunk costs from cause and effect
Cause all these days end up rolling down that same path
I stay blasé with it
Knowing tomorrow I'll wake up and there's something else there sitting
That I can't handle
It all adds up in it
We gonna meet in transit
We gonna pass each other in traffic
I was 6 hours back
How we call that the same day?
The certificate at the end of this
A couple jackets that I stuck with
A few bad habits
I'm looking for anywhere to ash this
The crack of the seagulls above
The back porch like a handcuff
I'm waiting to call the bluff

Shake my head like free association
Danger
Late afternoon
Too early to step out
I wager a couple more on the table
The room smelled of crabgrass
An argumentative last laugh
I'm always ready to drop my tools
When it comes to it
I'm always ready to drop my tools
When it comes to it

Towards the sun, that's consoling