Youth

Peeling through the layers, where the fuck have the years gone?
'87 to right now, I lost myself inside the fog.
Afraid we'll have to amputate all your wasted dialogues
Wearing my suburban frown,
I let my body drown.
Lost track of the resilience that once helped me from falling down.
Don't carry my casket, throw my ashes to the wind.

Begin the culmination.

They say good things come with age
Cancer, finances, jobs with shitty pay
Disdain for my coming of age.
Wisdom's a prisoner to my pent up rage.
Comfort in sins tuck me into my death bed.
Peeling through the layers, where the fuck have the years gone?
'87 to right now, I lost myself inside the fog.
Afraid we'll have to amputate all your wasted dialogues.

Been depressed about the adult crash.
Yeah, I never thought I'd be tricked like that.
For all I know still got a ways to go
Until I'm leaving for good and aint lookin' back.
Bottom of the deepest ocean,
Wasn't quite what I was hopin'.
Old wounds found ways to reopen,
Leaving me confused.
Victims of imagination,
Do my best to fight persuasion.
Don't know if I have the patience
To wait it out and maybe bloom.