This is seeing the world differently
This is to the in between of blue and pink
The purples with the punk gut cuts
And the silver battle wounds
With the big pupils and shaved eyebrows
We are the youth that watch the trees move
And see right through the white windowpanes and cardboard boxes
This world teaches you to aim for a corner desk
But some of us just want to throw paint at a blank canvas
We never complain about our pain
Because it makes us seem so selfish
Sadness is the easiest
The worst is when you dream about someone you cant have
When you wake up
And realize your lust was just a tease
Everything is “I cant”
Because ”I can” ends the same way
If you could capture the exact anxious pressure
You’d be the artist
I’d capture what ever it is I’m looking for
And everything would just be thrown away with critique
Because god knows I give a shit about how it makes you feel
The moment you go from leaning on a wall to sitting while still looking straight at the sun
Gives you isolation
You don’t want to break out of
Santana and bongo drums
Short and dreaded hair
Should be the only things everyone knows
Start from scratch
And dribble colors on a color wheel
Everyone has calluses on their feet
When was the last time you ate something beat red
So red it makes you bleed
Just to make a comparison
Hypothetical is just another let down
The truth is that
That just nothing
The wordplay still leads you to routine
All the covers
Of music
And mattresses
Are on your regular route to 9 to 5 day career mode
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