Latin For Truth
Shithead Prose
all the saint's in the cellars hiding beneath the art they made
who's to say a miracle can be measured visually
I'm over my indifference cause it doesn't fit
art is hell and I'm not the poster boy for it
who's to blame, I guess it's me
felt like shit when I got the call
who's to blame, I guess it's me
ruth, I'm sorry, I gave up because I was weak
you taught me better, that will endure
all the things you lived for through me
fold me out on the bed I made
I disrespected myself and from where I came
double stitched my problems to every spot I lay my head
till there was no room left for me in my bed
hiding out or hiding in
Losing time or cutting risks
Spacing out or disconnecting or spitting shithead prose in the wind?
Ruth, I'm sorry, I gave up because I was weak
you taught me better, that will endure
all the things you lived for through me
Letras de cancionesshithead prose for a human dynamo
how can something so ugly give the world some thing beautiful
I pass my time with the simple wonders of day to day
I'm not sure there is another way
but I do try when I think of who's given me
the opportunities I passed on to find myself
and where am I after years of searching
still 12 years old at 24
I'm still 12 years old at 24
I'm still 12 years old at 24
From Letras Mania