I know beautiful people who have hurt other beautiful people I know beautiful people who have hurt other beautiful people I know beautiful people who have hurt other beautiful people I know beautiful people who have hurt others I know hideous individuals I’ve been grossly underestimated I’ve lied to loved ones And my hearts been decimated The women who I fall in love with tend to disappear I get stuck It’s a pattern I can’t wiggle free from When the hurt swells the size of a tree trunk Maybe I’m too boring Or maybe I’m too cautious I wish I could enjoy going to clubs and dancing But my insecurities stop it I try so hard for no one to notice I’m just a ghost swimming in a bowl of goldfish Or a tree trying to grow limbs Hanging on by a thread to my focus Tell me a secret I’ll tell you my world Of an empty refrigerator, and disappointed girls Looking through old pictures and tripping the fuck out I’ve lost so many people I thought I couldn’t live without I remember being 16 - I thought I’d smoke weed forever Then my anxiety problems came around and fucked it all up A gut full of knots and a mouth full of fingernails If you let it, guilt will impale you Growing up with the best of families I’ve learned so much that you can’t teach I’m getting adjusted to love being nothing but a dream I’ve come to understand time creeps by caterpillar speed I am not a god amongst insects And success doesn’t smell like incense We fall out of love and lose touch with our best friends We get careers, lose our hair, and then it ends One day I might meet the perfect girl Meet her when she’s young; watch her body unfurl One day I might make somebody happy Lace a jewel-studded ring on a hand’s reach One day I might have children They’ll call me daddy, convinced I know how the world works One day I’ll die People will cry And for that I’m sorry I know beautiful people who have hurt other beautiful people We’re all beautiful people, and we hurt other beautiful people.

I'm barely visible in a city of simple civilians sipping Starbucks drinks inside city meridians My thoughts are barely audible amongst this awful sidewalk-lined island marked with day-walkers looking for a pot of gold The solitude I seek to be in isn't anywhere Bearded people on the streets with untuned guitars want a penny there Penny here; penniless Offer me a petty threat I'm just a spider crying hungry in an empty web I tell 'em to feed me flies, they feed me goodbyes Goodbye, oxymoronic terms in my life If I were a magician I would disappear It isn't simple, and isn't clear Phosphorescent memories, luminous little head on me My heart is a backstabber; my spinal chord's the victim Vision coming and leaving me Woman I love deceiving me Subconscious defeating me My brain's committing thievery Evil deeds I've committed are frequently keeping me from falling asleep The exhaustion is peaking Hovering blank in a world that I hate So much to thank, but instead I escape away And I don't know where to run from And I don't how who to talk to I'm lost looking for someone Don't talk unless you know what I've gone through A nightmare playing fast forward My mind can be vicious Sustenance may lack I'm dying of thirst Our doubts never leave We’ve got a warped view of evil Fuck the people who say fuck the police And fuck the police who say fuck the people Yup - I’m just trying to leap frog over obstacles Most obstacles have names and jobs and cars They're cold as popsicles I find the way they lie to me kind of comical If I've learned anything, even genius is fallible You can't fit life's meaning in a mouth's caliber I've also learned, what you learn might hurt Hold your hand to a fire, it burns No shit. I've noticed the closer you hold another heart to your own, it corrodes, but expands first so fat It stings so bad On the day that it breaks in half One partner will joke and laugh The other one's brain might snap Precisely now many bandages need be applied before the pain runs dry Eye for an eye - spine for a dagger Cuz people don't hold signs that say danger And even though I like to drink I got a pity for the people who party harder than they think And I don't know where to run from And I don't how who to talk to I'm lost looking for someone Don't talk unless you know what I've gone through A nightmare playing fast forward My mind can be vicious Sustenance may lack I'm dying of thirst I want to get lost in a warm place, I want to get lost in a warm place.

My physical being and the liquor I drink Sometimes I stay awake simply to think And thinking is simply dissolving my own head Making a list of the concepts I won’t get They say there’s plenty of fish in the water I’m just trying to tell them apart from the piranhas My little sister told me whats meant to be will happen But you can’t fence the beast I’ve been hurt And I’ve hurt people around me Prime example of being moulded by surroundings I’ve never cheated on a girl I loved But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t come close once Brain like a ball of yarn; pretty girls untangle me I’m distracted by heartbeats I lose lovers like some people lose car keys Easily replaceable But I got places to go I look around and see All these people who I’ll never meet In the dim lighting of street lights I found and lost myself using only my mind So many scary memories And I’ve noticed they will never leave I’ll fall in love, and then I’ll get hurt quick But the hurting is worth it cuz I need that shit I love to get drunk, I hate to think But I can’t stop thinking and I’m on the brink I hate to get drunk, I love to think But I can’t stop drinking and it makes me think I love to get drunk, I hate to think But I can’t stop thinking and it makes me drink I hate to get drunk, I hate to think But I can’t stop… I know now; this is something I can’t turn off I know now This is something I must learn from Maybe the purpose of these sacred instabilities Is a reminder, It ain’t that bad if it ain’t killing me And it ain’t killing me

Okay. When you move away, you learn of a dependance you once had on the friends with which you’d tend to spend your days Summer waves; dancing in invisible heat It was impressionable us and predictable me Drinking different liquors, swerving around these evil thoughts And getting swallowed by Tofino fog If plans weren’t set, we’d just make something up Those long perfect summertime nights fucked me up The water in bongs bubbling The rushes of euphoria coming in I watched a couple friends get lost to those beautiful drugs Looking for what all this shit was about We’d press our lips against each others mouths What doesn’t kill us makes us make our drinks stronger We found we could find serenity inside a bong, or… Inside a lady’s body, we could penetrate And then escape with ecstasy, we’d take the bait - brain would break Wasted days making memories out of thin air Like, if I raised my arm to the sky I could get there I heard if you want to waste your days letting your brain rot Xbox marks the spot I want to be cuddled in someone else’s bed on a Sunday morning I want to feel the gentle skin and melt, melt, melt The unsettling silence in my house won’t quell the sober lonely Spooning my pillows to death, or rather distraction I wish I could replay my memories on a tape Maybe that’d be a bad idea anyway Carefully pluck another hair from my scalp Can’t decide if I need to get high or get help These woman are cold like being cold is a passion And wearing few clothes like being naked is fashion Trying to wiggle out of this cursed skin Knowing if I succeed, I’d probably crawl right back in The world’s a fucked up place I’m just trying to get on its level As times applies wrinkles to my face And cholesterol slithers in my veins I’m just trying to get ahead I got nights to forget Wondering whether medicinal memories live on or float away out of my head In time, I will learn where they all go. Lay me to bed to rest Apollo is dead.

Singles sell symmetry Good riddance, imagery! Turned from little simple me To a bigger man with mystery Listen to the city scene Folded inward physically Watching us take shape via our language Cartoon bubbles surround me Harpoons of judgment puncture me Continuous - ever so Catapult air inside my lungs Evaporate slow With my fingertips I traced the stars Numb with amazement as one by one they fall I feel like a little boy again That’s what you get when you pop the ocean in a pill As millions of hand-shaped objects land their bottoms on the floor Crashing like vertebrae underneath each other A cloud takes the shape of a lonely person hanging from a billboard Let’s hollow ourselves out to the sound of exploding emotions One’s ribcage is home to this dangling little perfect thing And its funny what words can do Dreams do somersaults and cast shadows that look a lot like smoke escaping lips And somewhere in a cycle not too much unlike my own Is a dried up skull drifting around These memories smell like pumpkin pie cologne The spiders in my veins slither to an offbeat pull She burned a hole right through me with those appleseed eyes in the baked goods isle of a supermarket But really, where am I? Inside of a triangular supersonic dream-fed machine, I quietly hide Damn, I broke my own heart again And I can’t tell the difference between the rain hitting the pavement and the static on the radio I watched with an exhausted pulse as everything I cared about got so bright, it burnt out. There’s two hearts here - one mine, both yours Of course… Let me play the role of a determined person I spilled my guts once, its a shame they stain Holding you in my hands while you scream as loud as you can at a world you don’t understand I drink a lot of liquor, the hangovers are ruthless I’m punishing my body for hating itself I don’t feel peace unless there’s a bottle on the shelf Ah well - I’m damaged, but existence is fun If you know how to balance paying your bills with getting fucked up This isn’t the adulthood I anticipated Debating if it’s with any purpose I put these words together Being weird is outdated, but I’m just this awkward person that my habits have created I’m a rapper, quotation marks on either side I don’t drop knowledge, I gently place it down beside ‘em If I had a dollar for every bit of confidence I lost to this passion I wouldn’t be passionate anymore Ocean in a pill, I want to float up Or float off… Or someone to hold my hand so I can pretend I’m in love.

Of beasts and creatures, vengeance of the weaker Trapped inside an old soul ready to unleash hurt Riding to leisure while having a capped seizure My words end up looking like salad, Caesar Too bad those gates are locked I’m watching the clock Hoping to a God I don’t believe in that I make it home tonight Shallower than unspoken words; let’s play a game called “Let’s see who can figure out what this song is about” I dance - not for the fun of it, but for the sun Cuz kid, this song of mine is the smallest thing I’ve to offer to the sky I repopulate my mind with cells via consumption Fixing my little chapped lips to administer stories I stuck a pencil into my heart and drew something to look back on Those little vagabond vein structures with the insight of sniper rifle scopes (Ready or not, here I come) Come kingdom to make a burden out of a dream Suspended by the jester merely inches from the screen I bleed lava; spit fire - I demand a throne That I can sit upon and know I got it better than some, yo But I am not the type to dwell On the insight of the wishes paid with pennies of a well Fuck maintenance - spontaneity is a bitch I’m maintaining an empty bank account and alcoholism Everybody’s somebody, but we pretend nobody exists Paddle back out the moat, and float Loosen up on that shit that you’re holding De-evolve, crawl back in the ocean And watch time unfold - it’s beautiful Truly beautiful… I don’t even know what the fuck you expect When a bunch of better times is all there is to recollect I take a swig of OE to hold me in a calm state So, so good in my tummy despite the wrong taste Chewing on the gristle of knowledge, I’m gaining weight I’m losing my mind, its soothing I find And these are the parts of myself that only come around when I’m by myself on the weekdays… I can split the fabric of time as though it was linen I can tell a man lies like there ain’t such thing as forgiveness But with all this oxygen around - I’m starting to feel the wind stains Flipping coins and if its heads, I’ll take the dip instead The ecstasy put a divot in my memory So excuse me in advance to future self if you don’t remember me You obtuse motherfuckers with wide eyes You’re polyrhythmic chest beat machines are our little secret Hush, moth I call a butterfly Beauty is a singularity inside of my mind So I’mma pretend you’re like a supernova And let the definition expand beyond what words can contain Don’t you get it? I’ve never understood something so well in my toxin life The droplets of conscience dilate my eyeballs And black holes are just the universe’s pupils Swallowing us in because too many of us are bright Clear sight improved by Ambien days, and other things I can’t say Don’t you get it? I asked before, but don’t you get it sire? Readily hectic - enveloped within the fire Purposelessly roaming about the heat, trying to prove you’re not fried Monstrosities balloon beyond returning to the ground Safe and sound they say I don’t believe you They’re just trying to tease you Don’t come to me whining bout your woulda, coulda, shoulda called in sick This is your loss - handle it I pilot a heart in a cage, I manipulate sound I call glasses of water oceans just so I can pretend there’s aliens But on with the motive, and off with the nonsense Turn up the silence - the planet is too loud Can’t even hear my own voice over the crowd Fuck the soliloquies that I once thought were aloud and okay Today, I raise my glass to the glad And lower my nose to the pavement for those who disappeared when they were sad And this is that, This is that song This is that song I wrote when I was indecisive over whether or not to keep spinning Whether or not people were kidding when they said they feel my shit Now I know Yes, now I know I pave the path I got to follow I got lost for the attention, but now I am going home I am going home I am going home

If I spent half as much energy attaching to animosity I might have made it to planet earth, possibly My head is a hospice, my thoughts are blank signs Life is like a cloud, but I’m not sure how that applies I got a tattoo of a planet on my left chest Beneath it lies an entire galaxy of deep breaths Balancing my dreams like spinning plates atop regrets Unshaven and un-slept, I am underkept I’ve watched particles dance in skies most alive With consequence arriving while disguised And playing with trinkets, playing with heart strings Alarming - reminds me of the tune that a harp sings “No offence…” Well, none taken But if you thought it might bother me, why the fuck did you say it? It’s part of the old art of pretty civil evil Why do bad things happen to superficial people? If there’s one thing I’ve learned since departing from home Another person’s beauty is not the absence of your own If we spent as much time as we do looking at our phones Looking at the world around us, we’d go out and buy a phone “Mom, why do the best people die?” I could tell you heaven’s waiting, but that’d be a lie I’m listening to the rain beat the dirt like drums Forever alone ain’t so bad if you die young I’v never kissed a girl who wasn’t beautiful I’ve never told a lie without a purpose That’s a lie. And its not that I mind money talks It just needs to learn when to shut the fuck up These people are math, I just can’t equate With the solutions they give and the problems they make Do not listen to her perfectly painted lies Do not fall victim to her glossy manga eyes I gave up sucking smoke out of cylinders But its true, the confusion is perpendicular I want my breath to enter into your lungs I want my name to roll off of your tongue With lingering anxiety in a skull and imagination most potent Push comes to pull Pull comes to guilt, and guilty is a gateway drug What will I become when the blood-brain barrier breaks up? So these scars and scrapes that lace my face Are reminders of the sentiments that memories make You can put your hands out Try to catch these words falling out of my mouth

There I was, in a dream dodging hovering structures Lifting up and away and off this tough Earth Sky half way between azalea and mustard Much to my dismay, we don’t all suffer Motherfucker! I got a submarine mind sinking and a vertical buffer Feed me dreams, and leave me be When the starlight beams pierce through me Me and my small world shall expand galaxies In the name of supernatural forces, and time getting distorted Enormous concepts are buried in dirt It’s the surmised robotic overtake undermining mankind Every science fiction movie was a damn lie Laugh and cry under a cinematic sky Orchestrating life with an ethereal guise Guys… Let’s put the phones down; pick the rocks up And carve ourselves art in the walls of these huts Hut-hut!! America - game over I wait patient smoking a stogie for the takeover Baby’s getting a makeover And like they say, you are what you eat - leftovers. That’s what we are, what we is In hip hop etiquette… Ah fuck - forget it. Supersonic dreamfeeder, supersonic dreamfeeder Supersonic dreamfeeder, supersonic dream- what? I put my hand right in that shit, and fucking took it Held it to my goddamn heart, and fucking cooked it Stared at it long enough it radiated waves I am merely but a cannonball making an escape from a barrel With eyes like highbeams - mind be metaphysical Encompassing love, and all the shit it destructs In a perfect world drug dealers would have debit machines, and woman would have hearts Dodging lethargy; ecstasy Medicinal rituals involving digital screens attached to palms inside pockets Speed dial 2 on some soft shit… Flash backs to the bad days Black in the ash tray; lungs full of bloody phlegm had a whack taste Nose like a cascade, drained from a brain like sewage Drug-dry grip out the fluid Hold a wick brain to a flame enough Watch the fire dance and it may combust Eyes went firetruck red And the chest pumping blood got louder than a steam train’s shriek Bleak in a colourful world Limbs getting lost in a sea of rot, and that’s bond Cuz the world I fell in love with vanished My head was a piece of machinery, I crashed it