One way street in a old model t
I'm gonna find my way in this old family
Even if i lose myself for a minute
I can't wait to find you in it
Because the payoff isn't feeling it's just letting me sleep
Until another brother calls me on a b.s. fling
I've gotta thing that's gonna keep us together
It's called empathetic helter skelter
Trying for you empathetic
It's only as good as 2 way street
I'm under powered overworked
I'm ready to tag you in
Gradually
Only me left oh wait I'm sitting on the seat
It's called the bench, i left you out there generating heat
If i could take it back i wouldn't
If i could give it back i wouldn't
Fortunate for all i am overall unhappy with my personal level of generosity
Because it's not feeling
It's just getting back to sleep
Out there i see you generating heat
Graduation gradually on time