The Facts

I am reminded of things in my past I am convinced my delusions are facts Oh the future might bring incredible things But I'll kick and I'll scream until I intervene with it I'm not immune to specific attacks I'm too far gone and I'm not coming back Oh I shouldn't share things it's starting to scare me I'll rationalize until you can provide the facts I stay up too late, I wake up too early And I'm always late and I am unworthy Any time I try to rhyme it sounds forced Hate what you create until you find the source Oh all I'm fighting for Are goosebumps and heart jumps a little bit more I'm not subscribed to the current events I am just trying to cover my rent Oh the world is a mess, I'm a ball of stress And I don't wanna know I think that it's for the best I want perfection but I'm not exact I'm just not sure I can take all the flack Oh I'm careful to wait Remember the date I'm a little ashamed But i promise I'll keep coming back I stay up too late, I wake up too early And I'm always late, oh I'm in a hurry More than a moment more than a gift More than those seconds I'd like to relive I want a comfort that I cannot find I'll stop asking questions when I get a sign Any indication and I'll get back to the grind.