I can't see
It's hard to breathe
I think I'm out of any good ideas
I can't look at my old nook
A grave of high school immaturity
I remember when it started
Taking a break off the heels, something awesome
Got it
But it never came back to me
Months turned three, four, now we on the 17
I'm trying
I don't know when I lost my groove
But I think I had to
I don't know where I lost my room
But I think it's found me
Too many months stuck in
The same old rut, I was
Too happy to be sad to notice
I had given up
In a million pieces
Had a pyramid of reasons
I was unable to clock in, was on medical leave
Kinda crazy how it happened
Didn't mean to stop being me
Even though my real me can't be seen by
Me
It's a product of the times man
Take a break from your old life
Artistic do or die man
I think I pulled the lever a little too hard
I think I the slider fell off when I burned my car
Ahh f*ck
I don't know when I lost my groove
But I think I had to
I don't know where I lost my room
But I think it's found me
I think I could do with a lesson in
Balancing life and work
My working life be lacking, caught me
Slacking and laughing about the
Lavish things in my corner space
Woke up in the morning
Think I left for work at slower pace, I'm
Slowin' down
Not speeding up
Spent the whole day rotting not even caring about writing up
I'm fighting tough with made up luck
I see the tide is rising up
My ship got holes blown in the front
It's got me thinking life is what, it's
Overwhelming
New beginning
Start to make the money maker wheel spinning
Make a difference in the mental voyage overseas
I think that it's perfect timing that my muse
It found me
I don't know when I lost my groove
But I think I had to
I don't know where I lost my room
But I think it's found me