[HOOK: Maxi K.D.]

Walking through that road, the fucking broken tree still haunting me

Glass shattered on the road reflecting what she saw in me

The most beautiful things in life are often the weakest

But I still wish I could see her this weekend

Whenever walking through that road, the fucking memories keep haunting me

Feeling like goodbye is the hello that always follows me

The most beautiful things in life are often the weakest

But I still wish I could see her this weekend

[VERSE 1: dysper.]

Trippеd over a felwort and fell in lovе with the impact

She fell in love with “we” while he felt uncivil with that

He became a felon and felt a kick in heart rate

She felt like she needed “we” less than “they” needed “our” space

She flew solo and fled. that was that, and we made it that

So when another she wanted me to flense the whales, i hated that

‘Cause soon we’ll all be 23, which is about some 17

Too many years beyond the age where we denounce a pedigree

Over nonessential beef

So let’s be mature then

The felworts still in bloom cause everybody’s still a virgin (i think...)

Useless memories will burn into the smoke of drama queens perfume

But you are not a drama queen and my love is not yours to pursue

[HOOK: Maxi K.D.]

Walking through that road, the fucking broken tree still haunting me

Glass shattered on the road reflecting what she saw in me

The most beautiful things in life are often the weakest

But I still wish I could see her this weekend

[VERSE 2: Maxi K.D.]

You and I are trapped in different

Technically the trap’s been lifted

They say that I should’ve forgotten and keep the memory distant

But how am I ‘posed to forget when I’m in a cage from an instant?

Now I got visions of me dying, now what you say to that?

And I wish that it was me instead of her, and that’s the place I’m at

Fucking crying in this place I’m at

Triggers getting tapped and that’s a thing I have to face at last

Visualizing life as a racing track

Seeing who will die first

Seeing who will see the fucking light first

But maybe I am paranoid

And I’m stuck in all this paranoia

So I’m putting all my feels in when I play the joint

[HOOK: Maxi K.D.]

Walking through that road, the fucking broken tree still haunting me

Glass shattered on the road reflecting what she saw in me

The most beautiful things in life are often the weakest

But I still wish I could see her this weekend

[VERSE 3: ILRELL]

Smallest percentage, born with advantage

Still not enough to pay the cost of dependence

Demons, ain’t fought em with xanax

But my monitor can’t be far from it, can it?

Still lucky enough to mistake the bondage for bandage

At least comparatively, there isn't much i’ve lost that i cherish

I might not get to feel this way cuz it does not fit the narrative

Already standing where millions would kill a baby to be

I wasn’t grateful for shit til i wasn’t grateful for me

Before you ask, it’s not my pain i’m comparing like they’ve advised me against

It’s the threshold, the seed of whatever lies deep within

My lack of action speaks louder than my mind can defend

Fuck consolations, that's exactly how the cycle don’t end

Cuz i’m complacent

So if their faith is blind, blind me to their faith then

Now displaying change is submission, pride-ese translation

Left too impressive an impression, can i really blame them?

Fuck the promises

They done ate a million, never seen em vomit one

Gave solutions even when the “pseudo” was in front of em

Took what favored me to a degree, but now i’m honest

Still no answers, yet nobody’s ever told me i don’t got it

Now I dread the future and it’s hell to bear

I take this as a retribution, and I’m ill-prepared

Self aware, left myself to wear on shit only myself would care

But when the smoke settles its like the feeling was never there

So tell me, is it pain enough? Tell me, have i paid enough?

Do i get to tell the tale, and ask them after “ain't it tough?”

Is my lack of crack apparatus and a stainless tucked

Not as plain to most, there ain’t a slope my sheltered ass can touch

Maybe need encouragement, but that’s already vain as fuck

Tell me what’s a blank slate, you watched me dry the paint and such

Don’t tell me i’m great enough, i couldn’t give a grain of fuck

Cuz even if i ain’t, it’s still myself wanna train to love