Tsingtao

What's the next step in my path?
I'm not sure about the future, wasn't sure bout the past
How can I top lost dog? It's a difficult act
A physical task, and honestly a lyrical ask
I've never spent so much time where I just sit on my ass
Or listen in class, I'm not even daydreaming in math
Have my fun brain cells been killed and attacked
Split in a bag, leaving me with little to laugh
I'm bitter and bad
But better than the bit from before
Less 1 on 1 with bottles, and I'm rarely in liquor stores
My therapist is telling me that I just need to explore
The internal chamber of my heart and see what's indoors
And ain't helping, he's a figurative whore
And so sweet, but how long is this for
And won't tell me if they see what I see
And heaven knows that it wasn't made for me

What's the next step in my route now?
I'm not sure about the past, and not sure bout the future
Cause I wanna live groovy, but wanna be lucha
And I wanna make music, but wanna make movies
And I don't wanna choose now, I'm trying to stall
I wanna do all, but scared that I'll be dropping the ball
Can you add on living with strangers by Fall
University halls, and praying that Universal will hold
I'll get you adding on a list of substances that'll make me fold
There's no parental guidance, just my finances that'll make me halt
And with the climate, I think I'll just stay inside and in the cold
And let my dreams and hopes and aspirations get chopped up and rolled
Now can you add on rising pressure from my friends, and, and family
Can you add on my depression coming back to take my sanity
Can you add on existential dread and questions about identity
And questions asking whether heaven was ever really meant for me



Credits
Writer(s): Charlie Longmore
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