You said it all since grammar school
Your faulty heart still bleeding through
It's in the cards, we waste the youth
You never see it coming at all
No, you never see it coming at all.

Note to self:
Monday, early morning
Sun rose to the sky looking purple-orange
Cool breeze gently whistles through the trees
So I listen to it speak like it's whispering to me
Feels like a new day, but really it's dependent
Not on the ways it starts, but if it as a different ending
What happens after the shot, the force that forces you back
After the pop, it's an afterthought but it happens a lot.

You said oh, look, it's far away
As we climb across the shore
It used to be dark, it used to be dark
It used to be
Oh, you never see it coming at all
Oh, no, you never see it coming at all.

They took Dopey to interrogation, coughs on my brother
Bron's gone, got me sitting like a sucker
I guess this is the border
On the road home looking out for signs for Toronto
Or a drive-through McDonald's, we charge
Words of encouragement, compassion and respect
When underneath was baggage and resent
Said it's so deep
We couldn't wash it out our jackets with this old beats
Couldn't scrape it out our faces with the pro bleach
Many months later, when the dusts settle
When the sky clear, when the card's yellow
Got sick of looking at the bus schedule
Bros, we ready for another one, what's up?
Hello, hello.

I'm out with Brooke in Los Angeles to master or believe them
Oh, she left another heater on my answering machine
Yeah, I flew here coach, finna fly home business
Waking up at 7:30 from the time zone difference
Then I'd blow the cash on me, but I owe my dad some money
And I owe my girl a night for the time I'm out the country
I ain't trying to die alone, talking to this dial tone,
They pat me down at Pierson, but I'm here son, finally home.

It used to be dark, it used to be dark
It used to be
It used to be dark, it used to be dark
It used to be
It used to be dark, it used to be dark
It used to be
Oh, you never see it coming at all
Oh, no, you never see it coming at all

Trying to get home on this yellow brick road.

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