Every rhyme I write, a piece of my soul touches
A muggle, turning scraps of paper into Horcruxes
Sorry if I’m sluggish, I’ve got a bit of girth
So the wait, I do appreciate, for what it’s worth
What’s the word? He’s a nerd, he’s a geek
Got some new comics, every day of the week
In the streets call him Doughboy, delivering bread
The time I wake up nowadays, the time I used to go to bed
Fed up with alarms, early morning inconvenience
But I’d be late without ‘em, So I guess I don’t really mean this
Feeling fiendish, like when I purchased my first Creature board
Used to push around this town, until my feet they got sore
It’s not like that anymore, there’s no more parties in Chesh
Nostalgia’s a dark cloud, that weighs heavy on the chest
Blessed, by the healing value, of a wild youth
And thankful everyday, for the shit I’ve been through
So pour another one, here’s a toast to the memories
We’ve been through rough waters, but they all calm eventually
Lost once or twice, always found where I’m meant to be
Never cage emotions, they’re the patches on my sleeve
Be consistent or become nonexistent
The best things in life don’t happen in an instant
For instance, peep a Bob Ross painting
Less than 30 minutes and it still looks amazing
Pacing the house, idle hands and whatnot
Building fronts change, but we know it’s the same spot
Haven’t a forethought, or even a first one
Witty lyricism, acting smart when I go dumb
Let the rains come, bring a flood, let it wash away
Hit the reset button, and I can start with a blank slate
Start with a blank page, but end down that same road
Sometimes I make adjustments as the story it unfolds
I go for the gusto, sometimes I get gassed
But I’m easily deflated, so I let that shit pass
The past is just that, what I’m trying to learn
An endless summer leaves, one hella sunburn
