The Feels (feat. Portugal. The Man)

I feel like I can't be by myself alone

I've seen deterioration of a happy home

I've seen the realization from **** that can't afford it

Real **** in costume jewelry

Old English and Chinese Jordan's

I've see the visualization but I hope their wrong

I been there sittin' complacent like an uncle Tom

I welcome my mama's fakest friends with open arms

I know I strains some relations when I wrote this song

Fuck it, it feels like I've lost it all

Ignored your cause

Flew so high I was forced to fall

I feel like I, I feel like my family try to be family

Offered a shoulder then once it was over

It's like they don't know me

That could lead to pure insanity, hate for humanity

I could've called them, but shit, my momma died

I'm traumatized, I'm not alright

I need serenity, slip me some remedy

Some realignment for my inner me

Positive energy, to reassign some higher entity

All these natures blessings scented memories

How can you love me, you don't remember me?

Turned your phone off and ignore my calls

Got so high

I feel like I, you felt like I'm selfish and bitter

I never **** with out an agenda

Only care about my self and my ****

I never brought you back as much as a picture

Unless I want recognition

I never asked what you wanted for dinner

I don't love you less I'm broke or I'm injured

You can't hide your intensions

There ain't nothing like a moms intuition

I wonder if there was a sign and I missed it

If I went harder to listen

Would I have some suspicion?

But instead I'm caught off guard

I'm calling God for assistance

To be divine intervention

That's how I know I'm not the ideal Christian

I'm your son, here's my ID and picture

I need you to prevent this

I repent, I'll hit my knees to surrender

How could I ever be so blind and so distant

Towards the end it was different

Ain't stepped foot in the kitchen

Is it part of a mission? Is part of life? Fuck

Found myself recently dreamin' about bein' a kid again

Broken and beaten, cut open, I'm peelin' my skin again

Devil been creepin' increasingly thinkin' 'bout endin' it

All my immediate family really attempted it

I had to be there you need me, no people, no witnesses

Maybe the traits in my genus? You see the resemblance

So many pills in the sink I think even the fish are dead

How can you blame me, you made the reason I wish I'm dead

Under just a product my mama, my papa, my siblings

Raised off of dial up and monthly trials of the internet

Saw as a toddler a flaw that retired my innocence

Papa retired and mama was tired as Michelin

Bring me the belt for the beating my knees was tremblin'

Mama was swingin' like Venus Serena at Wimbledon

Little kids tweakin' off sweetened farina with cinnamon

Now that I'm eatin' it's sweetened farina with cinnamon

Do you believe in Jesus or need the sentiment?

God'll receive us the preacher is merely a sinner man

Nah, I don't need it I'm pleadin', I'm heathen I'll sin again

Tryna be equal and probably evil are synonyms

Nobody healin' relationships needin' rekindlin'

Now when I see you, I lower the feeling of my benefit

(Pour the acid in)

Now I know (Pour the acid in)

(Pour the acid in)

Gettin' cold, I don't know, will I rise again?

Dig a hole in my soul, pour the acid in

It's gettin' cold, I don't know, will I rise again?

Dig a hole in my soul, pour the acid in

It's gettin' cold, I don't know, will I rise again?

Dig a hole in my soul, pour the acid in

It's gettin' cold, I don't know, will I rise again?

Dig a hole in my soul, pour the acid in

Dig a hole in my soul, pour the acid in