N8:
Nothing's the same and you think that I'm pissed
It's always a cycle, a push and a twist
You think you know me, but I know that's shit
These fucking holes come from walls versus fist
Alan Baker:
A canvas so beaten and torn
This where people like us have been born
Striving for independence, that image
So unattainable, and you're spiraling out of control
Nate:
A painting you never cared to finish
Alex:
Down this beaten path you've once walked before
A body so worn, never as bright, never will gleam
Nate:
Swimming in a sea you can't have
Intentions strayed from your holy path
It's the way this house echoes when no one's home
I'll go up to the bathroom and watch myself drown
Armed with a mirror and a pair of goggles
Just tools to prove that when I'm gone, nothing will change
I am gone, and nothing changed.
I flipped the book, but I stay on the same page.
