Released on October 31, 2018

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[Chorus]

I don’t wanna be here

Losing me each year

When the leaves turn red hues

And her eyes just green spheres

I just want to

See you smile from each ear

I blow smoke out the sunroof

Burn red from green hue as she steers


[Verse 1]

I’m numb to the sense

Through paper and pen

I scribble a likeness

Of me in me head

My vision dulls

This gravity pulls

With time I erode

But I fill mine

By stringing rhymes

I spill my mind

Into each song I compose

I know how it goes

Recede into my vices

Lose mind like Van Gogh

Eyes bloom in green like that iris

Though these Starry nights go

Dreams of you still stain my eyelids

I digress, I suppose

At least I can say I’m trying


[Chorus]

I don’t wanna be here

Losing me each year

When the leaves turn red hues

And her eyes just green spheres

I just want to see you smile from each ear

I blow smoke out the sunroof

Burn red from green hue as she steers


[Verse 2]

Like days that she come through

Versus the days it’s just me here

Incline me to succumb to

A version of myself she feared

Three days the sun come up no sleep

Sunrise the color of codeine

Night drains slowly

Girl don’t hold me

Accountable

Hold me closely

I spend too much time transposing

Concepts around my head floating

To all these lyrics when lonely

These pictures stuck in my head

Words illustrate like Adobe

In the context I embed

Place this philosophy roaming

I admit mosts left unsaid

This harmony is my coping

With waking up in my bed


[Chorus]

I don’t wanna be here

Losing me each year

When the leaves turn red hues

And her eyes just green spheres

I just want to

See you smile from each ear

I blow smoke out the sunroof

Burn red from green hue as she steers


[Verse 3]

I’m numb to the sense

Through paper and pen

I scribble a likeness

Of me in me head

My vision dulls

This gravity pulls

With time I erode

But I fill mine

By stringing rhymes

I spill my mind

Into each song I compose

I know how it goes

Recede into my vices

Lose mind like Van Gogh

Eyes bloom in green like that iris

Though these Starry nights go

Dreams of you still stain my eyelids

I digress, I suppose

At least I can say I’m trying