[Verse 1: Sibes]
My name's Alex. Hi
Here stands a younger man inside the frame of the door
I'm sitting on a table hearing fables of divorce, of course
The thought is laughable in '99
When pa**ing paper in cla** it never happened then the split up wasn't pa**ible
America was different and the chairs were different colors
In the kitchen, prearranged furniture reflected my [?] of change
[?] flown away with the pigeons, never pigeonhole the kid who grew a soul of his own
Despite the careless failings of a torn apart home
Looking at his pops playing catch next to the garden
Scarlet skies paint the summer that preceded early autumn
And as the leaves fell, the love started
The flowers died and hearts blossomed
I seen the smile before he lost it, and then he marches
To graduation getting sick up in the bathroom and he almost didn't make it
Best friends he never thought he had, cheering him on
The power to translate deeper thought into a song
Returning to the kitchen, he's glowing with excitement
We synchronize existence, put our thoughts into alignment
I'm sitting on a kitchen table with myself
Pictures of my older self collecting dust up on the shelf, what else?
[Verse 2: E da Buddha]
Who is this little child with his eyes so wide?
Standing alone in a crowd in a fright trying to hide
Looking across at the street, who could it be? A familiar site
It just might be the day to the night
He's slaying his knight with his eyes so bright
No strings attached like a broken kite, but still takes flight
With the eye between the second and forth, openly seeing time as it pa**
Getting lost inside of the looking gla**, seeing and treating his problems just like cla**
It's a pain in the a** but quick to pa**, like a flashback
Still standing tall with the weight of the universe up on his back
And it don't snap, he take it all and put it in his backpack
[Hook: Blair & Esteban]
Ohh, now we're sitting at the kitchen table (sitting at the kitchen table)
Oh now, now, we're sitting at the kitchen table (everybody's acting so grateful)
Oh now, now, we're sitting at the kitchen table (
[Verse 3: Forno]
1994, coming out with the flow
Doctors say, "boy or girl?", yeah I don't know
Now 2000 yea I pick up the stick
All hockey from then on trying to be the first pick
2008 comes along and I enter the high
Freshman on deck little chubby but fly
Staying at the kitchen table cause I love to eat
But then he got skinny
k**ing this beat
But then at graduation 2012, that was the sh**
Off to BU in Boston the new kid
Him and Rose chilling thinking that they cool
Trying to be the new kid who knew the whole school
Got to make an impact cause he can't keep sitting
MJ retired want to be the one they missing
No girls for him cause he's got the one he's kissing
Who you ask, maybe it's the one spitting
[Verse 4: Blair]
Enter the mind, no literally enter the mind
Like a coroner at the end of my life
In my brain he made a slight incision, my mind is spinning
Did I make the right decision? Did I take the time to listen?
Now reverse time, I'm a kid with the world on his mind
At the table never thought I'd be learning to rhyme
It's funny that the person you're brushing shoulders with
Could have been an older version of you but you're not concerned with him
Who is he? Visualize him. Taking steps in his shoes
Slightly larger, ill perspectives to view
It's hard to imagine all the things he'd be expected to do
But it's okay, he's accepting the truth
Life is good after all, problems relative
Contextual evidence, showing the heaven sent
Situations of uncertainty keep urging me to turn the key
Open my mind up like uncertainty