Less Unsettled

We set out on a path
Those that passed make me think
All we've lost, at what a cost
Friends that's gone makes me weak

In the week, in the weeks gone
In the week
In the weeks
In the weeks

Played on the floor
Played in the church
Played in the streets
Played in the doors
Played in the creeks
Played in the war between death and childhood
Walking through my mind's hood, family thinking

Played on the floor
Played in the church
Played in the streets
Played in the doors
Played in the creeks
Played in the war between death and childhood
Walking through my mind's hood, family thinking it's all good

But they'll never understand a man
Who was once a child, now at a loss to smile
In the eyes of an angel, tangled
Goodie said "There's no obtuse, there's no truth, just war"

I came up with schwag, blunts, and battle raps
My words were my armor and my words a mask
From my tragic lapse, afraid of my own hand
With no idea why the young guys had to die
Inhale, exhale on the life side
Dreaming of a time where we all got high
Smokey-eyed teenagers in the backwoods with backpacks
Stacked full of mixtape linger when the strangers pass
Gas face blast from the past tenth grade

We out by the shore throwing rocks to the storm
Like pine needles and blind seagulls
We all resigned to the ground looking towards an infinite sky
Looking towards the ending, I try
Dreaming of a place where we all could fly
Free as the birds that circle me in my sleep
And hush the nightmares cause this world's playing for keeps

Slept on the benches, slept in the hallways
Slept under bridges in Salem heatwaves
Woke up on the porch to watch the sun change
Sunrise, sunrays, one blind, one day
Life turns simple now, mundane
Hair once pepper, now salt gray
Saltwater cleans the wound but the scars stay

Stitching up the pieces while the song plays

We set out
(Stitching up the pieces while the song plays)
On a path
Those that passed
(Stitching up the pieces while the song plays)
Make me think
All we've lost, at what a cost
Friends that's gone

(Stitching up the pieces while the song plays)
Makes me weak

We lost Eric then we lost Jim
Remember hearing elevators as they walked him
Me and you and your momma in the church moved
Staring at the silent, why it's him and not you?

What a friend shouldn't do
Pastor quarter sadness 'round the table with you
Addicted in my youth but they're tabling you
Always knew I was more unstable than you

Now and then I hear voices in the crash
And all the waves seems lonely how we made it past
And nothing soothes the pain of truth when I sleep
For reasons unsaid, this world's playing for keeps
And life seems simple now, mundane
Hair once pepper, now salt gray
Saltwater cleans the wound but the scars stay

Stitching up the pieces while the song plays

In the week
In the weeks
In the weeks
Gone
In the week
In the weeks
In the weeks

(Played on the floor
Played in the church
Played in the streets
Played in the doors
Played in the creeks
Played in the war between
Death and childhood
Walking through my mind's hood, family thinking)

Going home
Going home
Going home
Going home
Going home
Going home
Going home