As simple as I seem, my heart’s a jigsaw missin’ pieces,
Laid it out on the coffee table, stared at it like
Jesus.
The kid in me still runnin’ barefoot through the yard,
While the man I’m tryna be just coughs truth through cigar scars.
Eyes dry like desert wind hittin’ rusted tin,
Drunk off memories, shootin’ at the moon with a busted pen.
I got that gut feelin’ when the record ends
I’ll be six feet deep in my own head, no friends. Go figure.
Life been a sideshow,
Learned young how to slice pain slow.
Holdin’ a blade taught me patience, not hate
Blood taught me art, not fate.
Every keystroke’s a breadcrumb trail to the part of me
Most call disturbed, but that’s just honesty.
See, I made peace with the plague,
Dance to the sound of my bones hittin’ the lake.
They sink heavy—like thoughts made of lead
Each one fallin’ slow through the silence in my head.
If words could bleed the way I feel ‘em,
You’d see the picture clear without me tryna reveal ‘em.
But I still paint with the pain ‘cause it’s all that works
They say a picture’s worth a thousand words…
Mine just hurt worse.
