i don't rest, i don't guess
whole lotta gas up in my chest
i gave you my rib, it's not a test
it's all in my head
he who would swallow himself whole, knows the toll
a lost touch
faithless hole
it's a well
dry as the cabernet
whittling my health
crust on a stone
love grown mold
just looking for my kumiko
shadow stays close
we were equal
the past holds growth not evil
but i'd lie to say i trusted in the sequel
don't let me close my eyes
cut my hair about as short as my patience
stained in my ways
safe to say i can't face it
roll a blunt and i face it
gave a fuck
i misplaced it
say less and sedated
these boys all theory and no practice
like bell hooks and condo flats
pissin prisms on the track
its a blunt twist
garner kick back
i can't give that
i can't give you what you want
hearts reflect the summer's hue
maybe green
maybe blue
either way we're chasing something that can only come to bruise
i ain't stopping for roses
life been smelled like shit