Tate - Sitting at the Kitchen Table lyrics

[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