Beatsofreen - Forenoon lyrics

[Mr. J. Medeiros] I'm afraid of what she means to me I'm ashamed of how mean I can be I bow scene after scene I'm proud, being like me is loud Defending a cloud Pretending that I'm seen by a crowd How to handle a narcissist caught in his own reflection Vandalize it with causes that cost him his own rejection Only for a second though as if to check the rope Before you swing into the air and let it go Moving glaciers is our human nature Snowmen I seek no man grooming his nomenclatures I need a silent time to dim a vibrant mind Dare me in the dark scare me with the light I find Like in a diamond mine these round brilliant brown filaments eyes They find me and my villain disguise Now who am I to despise myself And love me at the same time, realize thyself Mapped by all senses trapped by all tenses Clap by all means it weans the apprehensive The all seeing defenses bat at all things it deems offensive Drew a pistol when just a kiss will do Even when I can't stand you I miss you too See the world like a missile do Never stalling in the launch or pausing in the arch Just falling to a home I built leaving it charred Breathing is hard The wheezing I disregard There's only one reason Charge I mean glory I mean charge like in Glory Glory as in the mornings She charge me in the light and write in me a story Till morning turns to night And I cease to charge Give me peace and a reason to recharge Safety, this is what it made me New world no escape key Shake me like a baby if I cry too much Fell in love with a world but she lied too much Fell in love with a girl who's eyes do touch Who's hands do see Who finds me clutched To this stool To this side of the pool My cars outside Cool Putting on my face Because everybody's miming The bar is just an honest place Where everybody's lying Odd timing when I'm telling a joke To keep the swelling in my throat From developing hope Who's selling me that soap but a bloke in the mire Throwing me his pitch as coach and umpire Came to get a hit with his throat on fire He came blaming the rich for a blown out tire I said I'm quite certain we in a light curtain Staring into the night like is this mic working I fight versions of me to find the right person See how his sight serves him and if he likes Gershwin Certainly it's him Certainty is thin Sure as the shylock working me within I call a truce Found the exit in the excuse The fit noose getting loose With every sipped goose The golden droplet Hold it hostage in an eyebrow Bulging sockets only profit When you lie down Putting on a face Cus everyone is miming The bar is just an honest place Where every body's lying In outer space a fire timing Higher climbing Throwing silver to the sky lining Good morning