[Intro]

Conflict/Resolution. That's damn sure not a specialty

I wanna thank everyone for listening to the album they just listened to

Please don't take out your life though. It's kinda sad

[Verse One]

I'm from the meth lab city of broken dreams

And cracked out dopamines

Where everybody's looking for an ocean scene

Where 'Pac and Biggie are passe cause back home

We speak in terms of Mac Dre and Fat Tone

I'm from a city where there's actually people

That are bothered by the thought of homosexual marriage

The Bible Belt, friendly smiles, and Christian steeples

And names like Bobby Sue Williams and Belinda Peoples

This town is so eerie when it snows

All the trees look like ghosts appearing from the road

The crows flew south of heaven and found the elixir

The echo of silence whispers from the mouth of the river

To say... yeah the city could be great one day

But the first step is getting out of our own way

I've been to bigger cities, they produce bigger frowns

I'll die, right here, in this town

[Hook]

And I know

There's something beautiful within my grasp

And I know

I think I'm satisfied but it won't last

And I know

To lace my boots up and pick my path

I'll find another rainstorm to fill my glass

[Verse Two]

So quote my life as written by anonymous, fuck it

I think I'll keep the liquid courage and the broken promises

So if you're coming over bring a bottle and a cup

There's a war going on outside (and I don't give a fuck)

I could never win the fight for me

I could only minimize the details of my life story

I was born, late July, 1981

Skip a bunch of bullshit until now and then the story's done

But I'mma write the chapters later in my life

In a nursing home with a sweet lady for a wife

Both of us in wheelchairs we quietly hold hands

It's strange, but one day, I'm gonna be an old man

I hope to be happy on that day

Because I finally stood up and moved the hell out of my own way

I need to get the hell out of my own way (note to self)

And so do you

[Hook]

And I know

There's something beautiful within my grasp

And I know

I think I'm satisfied but it won't last

And I know

To lace my boots up and pick my path

I'll find another rainstorm to fill my glass

[Outro]

No no no no. Don't get your lighters out. This isn't Bed Harper

Thank you Seven. Thank you Opus. And thank you Kansas City. Good night

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