Puttin' Time in With the Pen
...I'm tired...
I'm tired...of living a life the way you want me to live.
So maybe i'll shut my eyes so you don't fucking exist.
I'm too tired so let me drift off just to have a short nap.
Forget work, if I went there I just wouldn't be worth crap.
The life that I'm living, convinced myself that it's hopeless
Tired of complaining, like it's going to fix whatevers broken.
creating art in it's rawest, a picture of me as I ponder.
murdering everyone in my circumference, my demons a monster.
Now it's true my arms are heavy and my knees are weak.
But the times now come for me to stop hiding and seek.
Use to have one and we were like two peas in a pod.
But now i'm flying solo and telling all my secrets to god.
Feeling sorry for myself but that only leads to more sorrow.
so suck it up man, what's the point in repeating this cycle tomorrow.
Swallow some humble pie, I'm not the only guy who stumbles.
Learn to eat the crumbs, when your suffering it's YOU that crumbles.
I sit here understanding the sacrifies my parents continuely make.
Yea I know I've created some enemies but the biggest is fate.
I got potential, that's why it's essential to get all my habits out.
Shit, apparently my dad really knew what he was talking about.
He said, stop wishing it was different until you can't take it anymore.
I can only lead you this far and now the choice is all yours.
...See...
I want to believe that I stay humble with an optimist laughter.
but everytime I swallow my pride, I throw it up the day after.
For me a walk in the park becomes a crawl in grey pastures.
Always focusing on the petty things that shouldn't matter.
I climb up lifes ladder but it never seems to stop at the top.
Attemping to keep things in perspective, it's got me thinking alot.
Blinking and spitting ideas, constantly hoping i'm hitting the spot.
Linking the pot to key ingredients as I'm mixing the pot.
But when I try and regain control.
All the negativity doubles, all of these cresendoing troubles.
were once peacefully subtle, now breaking out of their bubbles.
Surrounded by puddles of tears, cuddled with my bundle of beers.
I'm just huddled up here with every beer that I guzzle in fear.
so please try and rebuttal and steer momentul my way for a sec.
And please try and shine light on this snowball effect.
We know the apple apparently doesn't fall too far from the tree.
And I see my dad, then his son, it fucking crazy it's me!
his rugged brown eyes match the blue collar that he wears.
while my slacks can describe the bad attitude that I share.
my visions impaired, I sit here just wanting to bloom.
I made a vow with myself tonight, I'll begin to steadily groom.
A few minor problems doesn't mean it's the end of the earth.
I got to learn to appreciate the lessons the heavens taught me at birth.
And then and only then weigh myself and really see what I'm worth.
I just wish this message can inspire you to write things down.
For me heights become the ground you walk on when you turn it around.
I'm just praying that I'll change with the fire these fingers scorched.
Now I'll just patiently wait for the next holder of this torch.
I'm tired...of living a life the way you want me to live.
So maybe i'll shut my eyes so you don't fucking exist.
I'm too tired so let me drift off just to have a short nap.
Forget work, if I went there I just wouldn't be worth crap.
The life that I'm living, convinced myself that it's hopeless
Tired of complaining, like it's going to fix whatevers broken.
creating art in it's rawest, a picture of me as I ponder.
murdering everyone in my circumference, my demons a monster.
Now it's true my arms are heavy and my knees are weak.
But the times now come for me to stop hiding and seek.
Use to have one and we were like two peas in a pod.
But now i'm flying solo and telling all my secrets to god.
Feeling sorry for myself but that only leads to more sorrow.
so suck it up man, what's the point in repeating this cycle tomorrow.
Swallow some humble pie, I'm not the only guy who stumbles.
Learn to eat the crumbs, when your suffering it's YOU that crumbles.
I sit here understanding the sacrifies my parents continuely make.
Yea I know I've created some enemies but the biggest is fate.
I got potential, that's why it's essential to get all my habits out.
Shit, apparently my dad really knew what he was talking about.
He said, stop wishing it was different until you can't take it anymore.
I can only lead you this far and now the choice is all yours.
...See...
I want to believe that I stay humble with an optimist laughter.
but everytime I swallow my pride, I throw it up the day after.
For me a walk in the park becomes a crawl in grey pastures.
Always focusing on the petty things that shouldn't matter.
I climb up lifes ladder but it never seems to stop at the top.
Attemping to keep things in perspective, it's got me thinking alot.
Blinking and spitting ideas, constantly hoping i'm hitting the spot.
Linking the pot to key ingredients as I'm mixing the pot.
But when I try and regain control.
All the negativity doubles, all of these cresendoing troubles.
were once peacefully subtle, now breaking out of their bubbles.
Surrounded by puddles of tears, cuddled with my bundle of beers.
I'm just huddled up here with every beer that I guzzle in fear.
so please try and rebuttal and steer momentul my way for a sec.
And please try and shine light on this snowball effect.
We know the apple apparently doesn't fall too far from the tree.
And I see my dad, then his son, it fucking crazy it's me!
his rugged brown eyes match the blue collar that he wears.
while my slacks can describe the bad attitude that I share.
my visions impaired, I sit here just wanting to bloom.
I made a vow with myself tonight, I'll begin to steadily groom.
A few minor problems doesn't mean it's the end of the earth.
I got to learn to appreciate the lessons the heavens taught me at birth.
And then and only then weigh myself and really see what I'm worth.
I just wish this message can inspire you to write things down.
For me heights become the ground you walk on when you turn it around.
I'm just praying that I'll change with the fire these fingers scorched.
Now I'll just patiently wait for the next holder of this torch.