trip to the garden

Took a trip to the garden

Grass with the trim kinda looks like a carpet

I need space; people see me as a target

But get with me, and your life is kick-started

All this green, you would think we in a forest

My guest list like a giant, It's enormous

Her name's Dorothy she was never into porridge

Just white lines that she takes in the mornings

Now it's 2am

Hanging out with who again?

Looking for another time to mess up and redo again

I am getting bored of all the acting that I do

Instead of telling everybody that I'm sick of being cool

I guess I'll write my own ending, that's it

Wake up in the morning left a pill on my mattress

I can't look away cause if I do, then I'm passive

Ima take it; pray this headache go away, then I'm back in

Yuh

I lack enjoyment

I lack the plaques

I lack the status that they've been anointed

I lack the passion

Passing out at three from all the voices

Crowded rooms and bad choices

Powdered faces, loud noises

I don't think that Ima make it out

Even though it's my house

Even though I know that I could drive away and leave the town

And take it back when I only wanted to be proud of my accomplishments

But I'm over it; I'll just hold it in

Forever and ever and ever

On another endeavor

And I'm never indebted

To nobody, It's settled

I used to think I was greater

I threw my keys on the table

And told myself that I made it

Had all the hope in the world

But that well ran dry

Put my faith in a girl, and she said goodbye

So I stuck to the things that would help me fly

To a whole different place

Running on my time

I answer no questions

No answer is enough

No plans to be grand

Like pianos in the mud

No sand in weird glasses

No caps with those tassels

No magic

No plastic

No cash

And no love, it's a sad place

That was kind of unavoidable

Travel through the void and think that life is so enjoyable

That's why we take it all; we're in need of some comfort

Gotta walk away and question all the spells that were under

Took a trip to the garden

Grass with the trim kinda looks like a carpet

I need space; people treat me as a target

But get with me, and your life is kick-started

All this green, you would think we in the forest

My guest list like a giant, It's enormous

Her name's Dorothy she was never into porridge

Just white lines that she takes in the mornings