Scuare - Faces Places lyrics

[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