I'm in a dark room
but the walls are see-through,
it's not made of glass
and I'm thankful for that.
I see 'em stand in the back
drinking hand looking cool.
I know that some lube the mood
to keep the social.
I stay vocal,
with anything that I hold
that won't break and explode.
So that one episode
turning hearts stone.
Not a sun to the earth,
never ever how it goes.
Those lips destroy
but I'm not the same boy.
I'm a one,
take it or leave it up
to kill the noise.
So koi,
hiding looks behind hands.
So smart,
black frame,
wrote a book to see the past.
How long? It couldn't last,
bound to happen.
They stop dancing,
we got trapped in.
Had a shovel and an axe
to crack it open.
We stay hoping for something,
for something better than this.
The haze clears from your eyes
on a Sunday,
on a Sunday.
The haze clears from your eyes
on a Sunday,
on a Sunday.
They turn around,
leave the room,
left to stand an assume.
It was right from wrong,
no other way to carry on.
Put a mask on
after one last song.
Was that one track?
Yeah, this shit is bomb.
And Rossy G. knew it,
Heavy K been through it.
Joey Carver on stage
back me up,
let's do it.
My cool whip cracks
a cut that won't close.
The bright red streak
drips down on her toes.
Smear tracks on the road
all the way back home.
Bread crumbs,
but we got nowhere to go.
I wanna pick it up
move fast.
I heard 'em say,
"Don't do that
it won't fix the past.
Won't switch wrong to right."
Do you have light?
I don't smoke,
but you could try.
Hand me mine.
I'm looking down at the mic
and how I hold it.
I stay hoping for something,
for something better than this.
The haze clears from your eyes
on a Sunday,
on a Sunday.
The haze clears from your eyes
on a Sunday,
on a Sunday.
You didn't get what you came for,
forgot it in the hustle.
We struggle with the puzzle;
we fall,
we fumble.
Climbed up your hair
from the ground like Rapunzel.
A bad name,
sweet dame,
ready to rumble.
She like to cuddle,
like they all seem to do.
But it's a mash up
when we got nothing to prove.
I wanna seem all move,
get a move from this.
I want 'em all to see
how I'm consumed by this.
I wanna clinch up my fist,
risk to break my wrist
on a face like his.
Yeah, you could say I'm pissed.
But it's not what I came for,
what I came to do.
It's the same old shit
that controls my mood.
I'm sure she knew,
so we stir with a big stick.
Ask questions last,
what we learn from it?
I give a last kiss
on the cheek to you.
We won't speak on a Sunday,
I think we're through.
The haze clears from your eyes
on a Sunday,
on a Sunday.
The haze clears from your eyes
on a Sunday,
on a Sunday.
This is not 'us', this is you and I
'cause this is what I call my last goodbye.
This is not 'us', this is you and I
'cause this is what I call my last goodbye.
This is not 'us', this is you and I
'cause this is what I call my last goodbye.
This is not 'us', this is you and I
'cause this is what I call my last goodbye.
This is not 'us', this is you and I
'cause this is what I call my last goodbye.
This is not 'us', this is you and I
'cause this is what I call my last goodbye.
This is not 'us', this is you and I
'cause this is what I call my last goodbye...