[ Featuring Smoke M2D6 ]
Spending a life trying to run from nothing
Doesn't amount to anything worthy
I realize that I've run from nothing
For so long, I can't feel my feet
The show is done, poets die young, that's just a fact
Thank Plath I'm a bad one
Tough to fight your way out the muck
When both legs are stuck, they'll say, best of luck
Remembering times when it all felt so simple
As I'm talking to another young widow
Friends lived life fast, left them single
You don't got a lot left here, Francisco
Born into violence, strange how we hardly realized it
Those ways that abuse kept us silent
Wings clipped as kids still tried to fly from it
Couldn't even flap our way out of the pits
Wonder how Pops is still living
Remember his body was bone skinny
Shivering from crack rock, and handcuffs
Cops put him in
Black eyes, infinitely reflecting off of the abyss
Back then, he too broke the law
F*cked raw, gambled, and lost
Swam through oceans of vodka
Shot up in Vietnam
Hidden in camouflage
Somehow even he survived it all
Why am I sitting in your bedroom, shaking on his rough paw
Staring at the wrinkles 'round the jaw of an old dog
Watching as he fights an unbearable urge to bawl
Because he's still here and you're gone
Spending a lot trying to run from nothing Doesn't amount to anything worthy
Growing so tired of all this running
Wondering when I'll feel some relief
There is no way for us to hide from this
Facing the fact that we still exist
When friends are dead or in prison
At times we feel guilt for living
Basking in grief, barely noticed it was blanketing me
Been a solid seven years of navigating these seas
Heavy waves shaking us from mania into depression
Reached a point where I don't recognize what normalcy means
Numb when I see more body bags adding up
One by one, dominoes tumbling in a rush
While I'm succumbing to patterns that only add to my madness
Trying to flee from a labyrinth of anxiety and sadness
Never had a good excuse
I've been crippled by the system and trauma like you
Don't got a lot of good advice
Truth is, I don't even have a clue how I survived
It has been a foggy road
Call it privilege or sad fat luck, I don't know
Feel grateful for so much though
Grateful for the highs and the lows
Any time that we shared in the pain of this growth
Hurt so much to watch you go
Hurt so much to watch you go
It has taken its toll but it's made me whole
Hurt so much to watch you go
It has taken its toll but it's made me whole
And built me up into this individual
There would be no Francisco without the broken bones
