Greenbelt

Wasted days all through the spring
Summer comes the same old thing
Autumn falls into the start of winter’s brittle apathy
A year flew by felt like a week
Living in the days between
Struggle with philosophy
Bro it’s not that deep
This life is palm trees, CBD, endless summers at the beach
A preacher sleeping on the streets
Said where you look shapes what you see
I’m writing things i never speak
Confessing through some crooked teach
A cry disguised as songs i’d write to hide what’s broken me
Half awake fell into night
Lost the faith the sun would rise
Along the way i closed my eyes
And made a little light of mine
The feeling comes and goes sometimes
Waiting on that lullaby
But in this life i’ll just get by
Keep singing songs until i die
Sweaty, LSD, praying at my honey’s feet
Reflection looking back at me
Said what you think is who you’ll be
This life might be the death of me
Crippled with anxieties
Cries disguised as valentines to hide what’s broken me
Kneel before my father and cry when he got angry
Looking up and at my mother afraid that she don’t love me
Didn’t learn to share my brother never knew the real me
Holy spirit take me now that’s if you’re even listening
Run out the house and dip the scene
Grab my bike start peddling
I hit the Greenbelt down the street
Watch concrete fly beneath my feet
The season’s change eventually
But i’m pushing thirty feel seventeen
Looking back lost in a dream
Salt water falls just like the leaves