Patience

Riding In The Sunset

Out Of System ft. Eleagle Being

Same Old Door

Verse 1:
Cherry summer, how it burnt me.
Watermelon autumn comes.
I will miss my best friend’s birthday,
Cuz I miss them all. It sums

Up to being alone in presence
Of my hard-acquired peace.
Sober mind is dark: it presses
On my every broken piece.

“Into me you see”. This phrase can
Sound like “Intimacy”. Right?
Throwing garbage in a trash can.
I will never win this fight.

I can only share, and  listen,
Tryin’ to best identify
With another person… Glisten,
My maroon September sky.

Chorus:
Maybe it’s pointless, looking for answers.
Thinking is poison, thinking is worms.
Something did start this. Something will end this.
I’m to experience life on life’s terms.

Verse 2:
Days go by. I’m mad conflicted.
No cocaine inside my nose.
Found an open bottle: licked it.
Why I do these things: who knows.

Miss the times I was as wild as …
Now I’m hitting every knee.
There’s no blackness here, no whiteness.
It’s all grey. Including me.

Maybe I’ll wake up tomorrow
To a bliss, in which I’ll soak.
D’you have answers? Can I borrow
Some of your self worth? I’m broke.

And I write about it, plastered
On my mattress. Chamomile.
That’s my drug now. I have mastered
Seven months of sober style.

Chorus:
Maybe it’s pointless, looking for answers.
Thinking is poison, thinking is worms.
Something did start this. Something will end this.
I’m to experience life on life’s terms.

Maybe it’s pointless, looking for answers.
Thinking is poison, thinking is worms.
Something did start this. Something will end this.
I’m to experience life on life’s terms.
Life on Life’s Terms.
Life on Life’s Terms.
Life on Life’s Terms.
Life on Life’s Terms.

Verse3:
It’s not even close to easy.
It is unbearable sometimes.
Every friend out there is teasing.
How I dream of my old crimes.

But I live and I am present.
I don’t think I was back then.
I look up. I see a crescent
Of a moon. I find my zen.

I’ll come visit when black-throated
Jewel-like warbles fly away,
When the pines are silver-coated.
Hope, you feel my love today.

I’ll come visit when black-throated
Jewel-like warbles fly away,
When the pines are silver-coated.
Hope, you feel my love today.

Loreve