Youth

Peeling through the layers, where the fuck have the years gone?
'87 to right now, I lost myself inside the fog
Afraid we’ll have to amputate all your wasted dialogues
Wearing my suburban frown
I let my body drown
Lost track of the resilience that once helped me from falling down
Don’t carry my casket, throw my ashes to the wind
Begin the culmination
They say good things come with age
Cancer, finances, jobs with shitty pay
Disdain for my coming of age
Wisdom’s a prisoner to my pent up rage
Comfort in sins tuck me into my death bed
Peeling through the layers, where the fuck have the years gone?
'87 to right now, I lost myself inside the fog
Afraid we’ll have to amputate all your wasted dialogues
Been depressed about the adult crash
Yeah, I never thought I’d be tricked like that
For all I know still got a ways to go
Until I’m leaving for good and ain’t lookin' back
Bottom of the deepest ocean
Wasn’t quite what I was hopin'
Old wounds found ways to reopen
Leaving me confused
Victims of imagination
Do my best to fight persuasion
Don’t know if I have the patience
To wait it out and maybe bloom