Can't say i'm enjoying this feeling, but feeling just anythings great so, uhh
Cs I'm still feeling confused and stupid like what is this shit, and you're all like duh
Guess I'll keep feeding this creature with the liquor and when I have to explain, I slur
My speech and my reach keeps shrinking and I can't provide any real answers
It's probably about that time I take a look at my reflection and figure how much I have aged
My father has grown, but that look his eyes makes me feel like we're on the same page
Perhaps it never turns, the plot that never twists, i'll have to own up quite soon
Makes sense that its time, yet fear takes the place where I once thought I was immune
I'm creeping on the meaning i've been seeking all this evening
I'm just kidding, i've been looking all around most of my life
I've been walking blind, giving myself strife
Shy from most fights, always at the first sight
Now that bleedings meaning living I can reason with the drunken
Only knowing I was looking away from the foresight
But in hindsight, it can take time
Cnd now i'll rewind, attempting for the hard grind
With thick skin I did quicken, I kept moving, I kept shooting
I kept losing, my skin bruising over time though it has softened
Worried that it'll split, and I can't take a hit
But the feeling of it breathing is like taking off an outfit
Breathing still? Be seeing in the morning, in the meantime
Taking lime to the wound, salts improves mood, I grimace
Cnd I shiver still thinking what's to come
Keep pushing 'though thinking or hoping we'll become one
Breathing still? Be seeing in the morning
Cre you breathing still? Be seeing in the morning