Babcia's Prayer Video (MV)

Every opinion needs to be extreme
Your moral conviction is questioned, best you do not speak
My babcia knows I'm in the rough, she prays for me
I've separated from god, and Boulder grows gloomy
My phone's a stimulant, returning to reality is aching
It made monotonous my days, pleasure meter vacant
I recognize the cycles I have taken
This weariness inspires me to seek religion
So I revert, I read my texts, inspired breaths, my empty room
But I know the novelty will dissipate so soon
And once that bike stops rolling, I'm far from where I've started
I've been seeking babcia's prayer for the longest