talking in landlessfreedom impeachedman of the land and the anguish he speakstv pot holes steep like Atlantisfree from the land with plans of expansionmy angles the dankestjammed with the ramp kidspainting the mansions smoothing the blocksyou strudels a popmove it you losttough sounds dead row and duck down

you don’t see me nowyou don’t see me now

rules of the youth touchdownorder and truth what nowkodine in my cup rough houseany beat that i touch run outsick of these dated wayssmooth on the paper chasenever tire of grindingthe line in the fire i spray on trackstalking in landlessfreedom impeachedman of the land and the anguish he speakstv pot holes steep like Atlantisfree from the land with plans of expansion
you don’t see me nowyou don’t see me now

Hold on hope

When you don’t call
Wake up, and wait for vision
Search for light, in darkened rooms

Let me see, all the figures behind me
Courage low, and faint of heart

I can feel it, I can feel it
And now i see it, and now i see it’s right
You gotta go away to come back home
To stop holding on, to stop holding on,

To stop holding on, and admit it’s wrong

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough
To be certain of alone, feel so alone

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough
I’m not giving up, what it feels to be alone

Choosing rope, So I don’t call,

Wake up To make The decision

Looking up, this darkened room, an older blue
And the phone starts to call, leaves me reeling
And I can feel it’s right, and I feel it’s right
To come back home,

To be holding on, to be holding on,

to be holding on, to be holding on
And I’m not giving up I’m not old enough I’m not giving up
What it feels to be alone