[Verse 1: Scuare]
I don't know why, I never stay near
Face to the back, let the head space clear
Pace to the past, for the best days here
Better check their ears, I suggest they hear
Listen to the changes, flip through the phases
Anticipate when to stick to the pages
Hands to the place, where you get when you're spacin'
Answer the wait, wit a dip in the patience
This about it, for this hate sh**
That's about miscommunication
That's about livin' in a state, where the flaws that you fix send you back to the basics
Why am I chasin'?
Find a better place, let the walls be adjacent
Funny how, now I'm done running down
Crowds all comin' out. But it all feeling vacant
Everyone somehow feeling okay, I'm looking down wondering why?
I guess when it's been a long day
Hold onto the comfort that come from a lie
Still doubt how comfortable I am
Letting go of youth, the writings on
Walls are closings, choose, the timings wrong
All this hope that you've been dining on
Or fail to cope with what you decided
Walk through this island
Talk to the silence
Til the top or the bottom, never used as guidance
I don't wanna think about it, cause I'm too defiant
No dog in the race, when you choose to triumph
My shoes are tight, but my views are tighter
Might cruise at times, so why choose to fight it
[Verse 2: No1mportant]
Too many days alone
Too many days alone
Too many days alone
I can't be bothered anymore by time, space
I hate to think about it
I am out of the race
Sing about the missing out on good days
Eating out and drinking down the kool-aid
Pray about it, just stay grounded you say
Just put down the down and outer charade
Ran out of powder, now cut down my intake
Ain't been bout it, since "I'm Bout It" been played
Out of my way
You out of my weight cla**
I don't mind waiting to make it
But make that sh** last
Daydream away all dismay that I have
Ain't made it this far, just to stay in the past
Lay in the pasture
Grazing, awaiting the rapture
Staying in place, til the base of this sapien race
Meet the fate that awaits, catch a blaze and collapse
Look. I am just matter converted
To make it feel worth it
To be introverted
I am not mad or concerned with
The blatant diversion, to see in the curtains
Amazing that grace it don't make up for strife
New faces and places would make it a life
Yeah, make it alright
Maybe tomorrow you'll make up your mind?
Maybe the sorrow will cease and desist?
Why make up your bed, if you're never inside?
Why sing to a crowd, you can't seem to convince?
Why make up the rear, when ahead of the line?
(I swear I'll be fine)
Why sleep on yourself, when ahead of your time?
Why need someone else's investment to wrestle your wreckage and settle your steady decline?
Too many days alone
Too many days alone
Too many days alone
Yeah I spent too many days alone
Too many days alone
Too many days alone
Too many days alone
Yeah I spent too many days alone
Too many days alone
Too many days alone
Too many days alone
Yeah I spent too many days alone
Too many days alone
Too many days alone
Too many days alone