Hemlock Ernst & Kenny Segal

Less Unsettled
We set out, on a path Those that passed, make me think All we’ve lost, at what a cost Friends that’s gone, makes me weak In the weak In the weeks gone In the weak In the weeks In the weeks, going home Played on the floor, Played in the church, played in streets Played in the doors, played in the creeks, played in the war Between death and childhood Walking through my minds hood, family thinking it’s all good But they’ll never understand a man Who was once a child, now at a loss to smile In the eyes of an angel, tangled Goodie said, there’s no obtuse There’s no truth, just war I came up with schwag blunts and battle raps My words were my armor, and my words a mask From my tragic lapse, afraid of my own hand With no idea, why the young gods have to die Inhale exhale on the Life Side Letras de cancionesDreaming of time where we all got high Smoky-eyed teenagers in the backwoods with backpacks Stacked full of mixtapes, linger when the strangers pass Gas Face, blast from the past, tenth grade We out by the shore throwing rocks to the storm Like pine needles and blind seagulls We all resign to the ground Looking towards an infinite sky Looking towards the end and I’ve tried Dreaming of a place where we all could fly Free as the birds that circle me in my sleep And hush the nightmares cuz this worlds playing for keeps Slept on the benches, slept in the hallways Slept under bridges in Salem heat waves Woke up on the porch to watch the sun change Sunrise, sun rays, one blind Monday Life turned simple now, mundane Hair once pepper, now salt grey Salt water cleans the wound But the scar stays Stitching up the pieces while the song plays We set out (stitching up the pieces while the song plays) On a path Those that passed (stitching up the pieces while the song plays) Make me think All we’ve lost, at what a cost Friends that’s gone (stitching up the pieces while the song plays) Makes me weak We lost Eric then we lost Jim Remember hearing Elevators as they walked him Me and you and your mama and the church moved Staring after silent, Why’s it him and not you? What a friend shouldn’t do Passed a quart of sadness round the table with you Addicted in my youth, but they’re tabling you Always knew I was more unstable than you Now and then I hear voices in the crash And all the waves, seems lonely, how we made it past And nothing soothes the pain of truth when I sleep For reasons unsaid, this world’s playing for keeps And life seems simple now, mundane Hair once pepper, now salt gray Saltwater cleans the wound but the scar stays Stitching up the pieces while the song plays In the weak In the weak In the weeks gone In the weak In the weak In the weeks, going home Going home Going home From Letras Mania