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Track 4

lyrics

Take everything inside my dome, put it all inside a poem
I can drone on an on like a dial tone
Please call me, low battery on my dyin' phone
A metaphor for my life and I don't wanna die alone
Isolation, boxed in like styrofoam
Bolsterin' my budget in hopes that I can go buy a home
I oughtta do better, wonderin' why I don't
Way too many bullshit excuses that I condone
Self-doubt doubling, mentally unsettling
Waiting for a wedding ring, wishing for some better things
Maintain, riding out the pain, keep on peddling
Up and down unknown roads and sick o' settling
I stayed away from drugs but caved to other vices
Invested in my goals but paid some other prices
Got some bad habits, plus a bunch o' baggage I'm unpackin'
Takin' action so that I can change up what my life is

Fed up with it all, lookin' for a way out
Everything around me's heavy, headed for a breakdown
I just wanna get up, yeah, I just wanna live
There is only so much I can give
I don't wanna waste my time
Makin' all the same mistakes
I think I'm gonna lose my mind
If I don't find myself a way to escape

'Cause I've been wardin' off the boredom with a shortage of endorphins
I awaken with an achin', layin' dormant in the mornin'
Needing mental stimulation, I've been forcin' these recordings
Every day is a gift but I've distorted the importance
It's sort o' like a storm with dark clouds over our house
Family goin' through it, strain is buildin' in my heart valves
Under pressure with these dark thoughts contemplated
Steadily stavin' off suicidal ideation
Lookin' for patience, gradual growth, and evolution
Makin' up another list, I got some resolutions
'Cause it doesn't gotta be the first of January
To get your bad habits cleaned up like it's sanitary
'Cause goddamn, it's scary, when you're agin'
But never changin', and get so broke you start breakin'
I'm pacin', run around racin'
Chasin' my tail so long I started chafin'
Figured I'd be further, forever fostering fickle fate
Worries pilin' up like a traffic jam on interstates
Time tuggin' on me, my body is quiverin'
Soreness where my kidney is, we're not immortal and it's sinking in
Wrote about the last couple decades while hooked up to morphine
Never take this for granted, haven't finished my story
Fulfilled dreams, others linger like The Cranberries
Livin' for the love o' this until I'm in the land buried

Fed up with it all, lookin' for a way out
Everything around me's heavy, headed for a breakdown
I just wanna get up, yeah, I just wanna live
There is only so much I can give
I don't wanna waste my time
Makin' all the same mistakes
I think I'm gonna lose my mind
If I don't find myself a way to escape

credits

from Subjective Art For Mass Consumption, Vol. 2, released March 22, 2023
Written and performed by Christopher Michael Jensen

Produced by Ackronem

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