The Shelves

Hourglass

i’m gonna die if i don’t get out soon
look me in the eye tell me you don’t feel the same as i do
if you don’t feel like you’re gonna die if you don’t get out soon
then i can look you in the eye tell you i don’t feel the same as you
the less sleep i get the less sleep i need
passing the time praying on my knees
the less sleep i get the less sleep i need
but the tossing and turning does not cease
too much or not enough
the odds are stacking up
giving in not giving up
living life no given fucks
to be stifled and stumble
to be righteous but humble
to find my mind through trouble
put a face to pains we find subtle
to maintain i must first regain the strength needed to relay my thoughts as a puzzle
uphill downhill struggle
at the bottom a puddle
to get to the top it seems i need a god damn shuttle
uphill downhill struggle
not too much lost to call this a real cost
i’ve forgot what i’ve lost
drifting broken memories hit shore eventually
i’ve forgot what i’ve lost
no turn or toss gets me what i want
living in my ways
dying to be alive
when i run out i’m wrung out and hung out to dry
every day is more important than the last
just one more day closer to the last
there is only first
there is no last
do what i do we’ll see how long you last
sleeping sober is an atheist finding faith
keeping closer to people that keep me kind and sane
peeling skin and watching ink fade
feeling even more distant with each and every passing day
i don’t know where the time went
i can’t tell you why i’m like this
my goodness becomes violence
gaining control but losing pride and confidence
raising my soul at the price of lifes providence
if you knew your role you’d know of my accomplishments
but i ain’t surprised by your lack of astonishment
the fact that you’re asleep only shows me acknowledgement
i’m gonna die if i don’t get out soon
look me in the eye tell me you don’t feel the same as i do
if you don’t feel like you’re gonna die if you don’t get out soon
then i can look you in the eye tell you i don’t feel the same as you
the less sleep i need the less sleep i need
passing the time praying on my knees
the less sleep i need the less sleep i need
but the tossing and turning does not cease
not too much lost to call this a real cost
living in my ways
dying to be alive
when i run out i’m wrung out and hung out to dry

Dirty Laundry

i want it all
sex fame drugs and rock n roll

i know i can be frustrating
lost my stride
i don't know where my pace went
i was feeling complacent like
how many more adolescent mother fuckin stages
yo leave me broken life becomes tasteless

only outspoken cuz I've been shamed to shameless
damaged goods written in my face skin
probably would but haven't known that fate yet
following none although a few favorite stations
do not think to get swoll that is not the situation
try n slight me with the slightest bit of motherfuckin confrontation
you don't want me pull out this .44 fulla frustration

my choices in life are at times mindless
but you'll never find me to be spineless
righteousness isn't always glamorous but at least nothing i do is fathomless
i wanna be as relentless as slayer is
however painless i remain shameless
if i don't like you might catch one of my many faces
you won't ever find me faithless
or aimless cuz my aim is in the sky n that bitch is hella spacious

i now know i got a soul
did not know just how cold
not a single fuck to show
like a giant stubbed his toe
payment and i front some coke
drainage and i rub my nose
don't walk i run to the codone
don't sulk just burn through the ozone
nosebleed seats over stovetop heat in fully fledged february coats
i feel fully dead in such a way that i will not gloat
feel like i'm bout to blow as my brain bloats
we out here and we go hard on that hard dancing in the hard rain
i pray to God i float

Sean Dylan