[Intro: scene from No Country For Old Men]

I always figured when I got older, God, would come into my life somehow

And he didn’t

And I don’t blame him

[Verse]

Living is a constant, fell forth all aboard to see the construct

What makes man if it ain’t his conscience?

Written all my problems but I can’t stop it

Will I ever get to see a promise bloom?

Will I get to see my nephew soon?

Five years later his image just another view

I just wish all my sorrows bloom to a flower that forever wins and never lose

I’m tired of chasing another muse, body language I’m taking in different views

Got betrayed and felt it in my tooth

My wisdom grew, stronger from the ether where I saw the vision

All I want is you to listen, tried of surviving rather get to living

I’m chasing my next penance

I know the vices that I’m depending make me livid, it’s only in sorrow when I’m vivid

I’m sorry, I just wanna be forgiven

Hate the feeling of being trapped when my ords are never given to the end

I get sentimental when I touch a pen

I’m always signing to the next, meet someone and we always end in just wanting to hit

I can’t commit, apologies if I get distant I always quit

Never dismissive, I’m just tryna learn my way to live

Physical touch the only way that I can give

And my lust always finds a way to make it trip

Found comfort in a stranger, always a sign of danger

Strangle my heart, till I can no longer page her

I’ve stayed patient, still I always find myself broke and aimless