I keep change in my pockets
waiting on the day that the topic is how do you stop this
wake early make coffee call friends and complain that my life's near end
I can't face feeling near 30 years old and not a day goes by that I challenge the question to why
like why am I built to exist in a world unequipped with the proper procedure on guilt trips
lose sleep over songs that I still need to finish cause nobody cares that I'm losing it
I use words to escape from the pain that I sought during teenage days
It's hard to express my opinion to people that I care about without dealing pain via word of mouth
i feel lost more need for a hug, less push more shove see my outputs fucked
kept moving on someday someone might take songs and relate in the best way
And some kids caught on to my music
I still lose it when I see fans move lips
like you know each lyric
sing along
no matter what the world tells you, we're not alone
with each song I explore more surface the space I create makes a place for my purpose

(Chorus)
what role in life does the poet play
we write life's shame we hope you relate
The clock ticks till death takes notice
count scars no rest for the hopeless
I've got dreams that scream for escape
still I'm stuck in the same sad space
take a second listen close I'm ashamed
if I fail, there's nobody but me to blame

With each stroke on my keyboard made
I display my internal frustration with brittle age
play frames each scene takes place
in dreams that escape me I can't find my name
where to go what to do right now
Can't crawl back home and escape somehow
build walls with the bills I ignore on the floor
if I opened a few that makes way for a few more
so I leave when morning is over
and wait for existence to lend some closure
call mom when I'm sober
and see if she gets it yet, why I won't turn over
voicemails tell tales that my deathbed won't be made till I clear my head
from songs of hope, life's certain
to believe that I should be nervous
my forethought to going on stage is man I hope they understand what I'm saying
I went in with the notion that all is occurring around keeps my ego surging
I only got two ways to approach you and one is displaying my view of this world
the other deep undercover kept hidden
cause I can't let everyone in

I swear to god by the time that I'm famous
I'll quit writing songs for my shear entertainment
build something more stable to relate to
or write more words in a tone that will breakthrough
waking up on my best friends couch
tells more about my life, loves in a drought
why continue when I doubt each lyric that I drips out my mouth
man I just can't figure out
where I went wrong, I was kid
when I started out decided that I more to talk about
I used to sit in bedroom and argue with the walls
man they knew what to say when the time called
my childhood was good minus arguments I would listen to my parents sling dirt in the neighborhood
young but understood why money ruins lives I never want to fight about a currency in this life
known for lashing out little known secret I give all I have and I hope that you keep it
the scratch post kittens like to leave all alone
write songs some people use as psalms
when I'm gone turn the page on history
there's very little chance that the world will remember me
so ancient, and still so patience
the proper foundation to all that is makeshift