Finer Things

(álbum: Spectrum - 2017)

Ok its time to silence all the nay say's
What they say will never phase
May 2017, I'm a day late but not a dollar short
I keep the stakes raised
Cause life is a gamble
You win and you lose
Cut down at the handle
I'm feeling so useless
But ima use this, fuck the excuses
Sever the loose ends, staying elusive

Stress til the sun comes up
Undress but I feel no love
Never blessed I'm fucked I'm a mess I'm a fuckin wreck
Point your fingers better fuckin check

That you ain't one that's just like me
Only difference is you chase dead dreams
And the indifference is interfering with my interests, dejavu
Never wanna relive this

Shit that I been through
What I'm into, is never in you
Were never on the same page, stress ensues
Another chapter fades, break pencils yeah

And my issues stay
Put em in a bottle but I'm keepin it at bay
I sink in the sand or I drift in the waves
And I just wanna say that

I'm chasing the finer things
The finer things
I'm chasing the finer things
And in you I didn't find a fucking thing
I didn't find a thing
I didn't find a thing
I didn't find a thing

I apologize for the upset
I got sorry eyes cause of unrest
I'm on a land slide I got nothing left
I keep my hands tied to my fucking chest

Cause life is a gamble
You win and you lose
Cut down at the handle
I'm feeling so useless

But ima use this
Fuck the excuses
Sever the loose ends
Staying elusive

Good times come my way
Used to have em but they seemed to fade
Growing up is such a fucking daze
One day you're 16 the rest is haze

I got blood stains and an empty heart
Tormeneted soul, bones fall apart
With a clouded vision left in the dark
My sense is missing but you never listened

You only care about you
I don't really think I even care about you
People change in a day its instant
Then you wonder why I became so distant
Then you wonder why were inconsistent
With our feelings, feeling so rinsed
And washed out, I miss the start
It began so simple but the time grew stale
Let's end it civil

Don't even start with the "miss you"'s
Sometimes I don't even really get you
Sometimes I don't even wanna miss you
Sometimes I wish that I never knew you

And my issues stay
Put em in a bottle but I'm keepin it at bay
I sink in the sand or I drift in the waves
And I just wanna say that
I'm chasing the finer things