How many takes to break the fog? It's written in your face, your clothes, all your fables

How long? 'Cause no one's ever meant to be, I wish to find the ways to tell you

You see, I just wanna talk to you

Sit here in the dark with you, lookin' through the door for two

Things fade into view, just make me feel something real

Fumbling through all the new, just take me to that good place

Make another song, where you and I can leave ourselves behind

See, written in these things have no good thoughts, no good ideas

And I keep thinking to myself right here, does this suck? Is this real?

Hide my head from the world, that ain't no problem to me

But never caught in the thought, just a calm belief that never comes to me

I don't wanna think about it 'cause it's never what you want it to be

Yeah, hoo, it's never what you want it to be

Am I too late?

Watching days go by

I just wanna touch the sky

Fly high, fly high, little ones

Days go by

Let it grow, let it grow

Please stay in mind

1-800 right where you left me, tangled in those love lines and unsent text speaks

I'm in those memories you think about for peace, so why you on my line disturbing my sleep?

I'm sorry

I been looking out for a friend called me, we ain't sit talk in a while 'cause I been on my feet

Like my pops was, sacrificing to make ends meet

Till it was him up at that altar for the offer, bro

Scared I seen my best days and loved them like they wasn't my friend

That I'll never feel it the same, and that I'm over my head

Bro, you tripping

I've been pissing in the places I rest, getting climatized to the voice in my head that says

"Bro, you tripping"

Maybe I should give in, maybe I should pivot

Who the fuck I think I is to try to make you listen?

I can't even listen to myself when I should take my own advice

If this body was a temple, it'd be filled with poltergeists to the brim

But it's the only one that I get

I can't follow you through hollow falls and depths

The kid with the flattop, the peach fuzz chin took a risk on himself on his road to redemption

It's landlines and wifi connections, in distance, so when you get a second chance, listen

I ain't ask for help in a minute

I just kept falling and hollering on landlines and wifi connections, them seven lil' digits

Shit just kept calling and calling

Said shit just kept ringing

You there? Hello?