Calms breaks
Can he store this weight
Push till the break
Then food for the waves
Wave for the take
Twenty dollar display
They’re like fuck your dismay
Throwing buckets away
Chalk taste
Can you shoulder the blame
Push till it’s paste
Then we're hoping it stays
Stays till the wake
With a collared complaint
They're like no not today
Stash the rest in the bank
Dull days
I’ve been stuck in a gray
So change
The routine, the space
Your feeling away
So change this
Not feeling today
Re-arrange it
Scale it back, heart attack
But don’t break it
Short relapse
Can you blame him, just fake it
Almanac
you knew but still played kid
Shark attack
While waiting in the waves shit
Long face
Like they took her away
Short chase
Like no not today
I’ll take the things that I may
Regardless of change
Regardless of weight
These things dissipate
And shoulders do break
And comfort goes “Hey!”
It’s not bad okay
At least the bones shake
Decisions get made
Bottle backed bad weight
When substance takes shape, made
Strong faith
Thought it couldn't no way
Crawl space
In the back of my brain
Explore the space
Without a score to base
Not a chore a case
for fame or for faith
The case displays
The dustless shapes
Kept clean away
If you hide it
It keeps tip
Don’t show any weakness
And keep this in sequence
Secrets so seamless
Often found speechless
I need this
Started back
Card intact
I’ll take it
Marvelled at
Marvels mapped
Contained kid
Marshall stacks
On attack
The frame fit
Paperback
Cadillac
Engrave it
Cracker Jack
Quarterback
The same shit
Caddy shack
Kinda laughs
I hate this
Maniac
Went years back
Go ape shit
Till tasteless
Third take
Can't focus today
Was placed in a state
I can't name
This place I’ve often found fake
But can’t seem to shake
There's nothing too late
But something
That weight
Sedate the means make
Me better first-rate
Locate dedicate
Mean the moves made
Positions estranged
A horse with a name
Were kids with cocaine
In some ways
It's better with pain
Still, plays like a loop
All the same
Much praise
To the things
They would say
Damn shame
We forget in a way
Nowadays
We're all too busy for brave
Lost in the lame
How we got here
The same
Tossed in the flag
Some kind of disgrace
Perspective, use pain
We're all just afraid
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