I feel like a mastermind so
I get a bit confused when I don’t see the fruits of my love

I pull on the strings that attach to my wings
But they never seem to take me high enough
Yet

Sometimes this grind just feels like I’ve been taking daily vitamins
Do it every morning and take on faith that it’s workin
But this is not about some alterations to my biotin
It’s building up a dream and to not make it is some murder shit!

That’s why every happy song’s accompanied by two melancholy
That’s why every crown of thorns adorned with some pretty holly
That’s why hollywood is full of dreamers but still drown in drugs n molly
That’s why we can have the nicest things but we still treat em sloppy

Chopping up our lives dissecting just to find the grain of pain
When we should spend that effort nurturing the whispers of a flame
The one that warms us in the brain or that could set our world ablaze
It’s a pity that for most of us our passion’s just a phase


So I can wake up every day and feel it…
I can wake up every day and I can really fucking mean it
What’s that mean if… I’m out here fishing for guarantees
warily fearing my words might only have meaning to me

Where you at?
Alone
I’m hiding at
Home
Workaholic
Honed in on my
Workaholic


Hooked on the phonics
Notes
Scattered on everything I
Own
Rarely picking up that
Phone
Where you at?
Alone.

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You need to drop some of this pressure out your mind…

“How are you?”/”How you doing?”/”Want to join us outside?”/”We would really love to see you tonight!”

Don’t doubt yourself, one step back, don’t mean left behind…

“Soooo if it doesn’t work out?” / “I got a friend who tried the same thing” / “Didn’t work out so well for him with the same dream…”

If this choices is YOURS why keep their opinions so present in your mind…

“We’re just worried”/”Have you saved up money?”/”It’s a hard way to make it you know and…”

It’s less a choice, a brutal need, and a state of mind…

“You know you could always do this if it…” / “All I’m trying to say is….”

STOP IT.

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Now, I appreciate your concern, but guys
There’s a fatal flaw that I’m a bit surprised, you don’t recognize
Almost every one of you I could pinpoint once in my life
A time where you would tell me with some tears held up in your eyes

You said I had a dream, I really wanted to do that
You said you had a talent, past tense, with regret
He was such a lovely something or other, he really had a knack
And she was really great at this but then, well, yeah...