i sit in a perfect posture
a life like this i can hardly conjure and it's
not mine but its mine to borrow and i know i'll never hear the end of it
blink twice cross it off the roster
i'm nice like this i'm a common robber and it
makes nice a mental router cause i never wanna feel the weight of it
and if i ever had to hide a thing it'd be this for starters
it could all be just one big elaborate dream i must admit that
all the beauty that my eyes have seen had some pain to barter
blot it out till it becomes a blurry thing and i forget that
see light i'm a problem solver all my friends might hoot and holler but i
blink twice wash it off with water cause i know i'll never hear the end of it
and my mind's fighting for survival a lifelong quest of my souls revival and i
stand tall at my hearts arrival the only one who feels the weight of it
it's blurry wisdom