Distinct - Complications (Prod. Prisoner of 42)
Recorded on an iPhone 5
Lyrics:
The relevance, it's evident I shouldn't have let her in
It's hard to miss, what I took from this, but it contradicts
Time, slipping away from its bind, closer to the end of the line
Complications... complications
I've been here before, I'll go to war to restore my roar
Thoughts scattered all over the floor, I scramble, my knees are sore
No more, I just can't take anymore
I've been losing since the day I woke, can I paint this picture with just one stroke?
Can I make it this broke, before all of the colors melt off the canvas?
Before my creativity gets flatter than Kansas, how do I plan this?
Understand this, I walked those lonely routes where the sand is
The glances, lost romances; maybe I don't even know what romance is
I must release and find my own peace, make a forcefield with the sheets for three straight weeks
Good times are just antiques, the cold weather is really pulling my teeth
This internal inferno, eternal, I bide my time like a turtle writing in journals;
I go in circles more than rehearsals
The relevance, it's evident I shouldn't have let her in
It's hard to miss, what I took from this, but it contradicts
Time, slipping away from its bind, closer to the end of the line
Complications... complications
You're just fine, sleep today and wake the next
Repeat until all the dates are just text
Repeat until you're fond of the mess
Repeat until all you can say is yes
Uncontested doubt suggested that I rest it out, but my chest is out, and I've accepted what's been detested now
Arrested all I've invested, infected by thoughts neglected, I tested what was congested
I can only reach my full potential, when I come across what's essential
Downpour torrential, this pain is sequential; so residential in my mental you could circle it with a pencil
I'm shuffling through these topics, the clock ticks, im still sitting here on my coccyx
I do everything using chopsticks, this is war from the cockpits
I have my two feet stuck in the mud, for my own sake, I hope get swept away in the flood; when you find me you'll see this written in blood
The relevance, it's evident I shouldn't have let her in
It's hard to miss, what I took from this, but it contradicts
Time, slipping away from its bind, closer to the end of the line
Complications... complications