Текст песни Atlas Complex - theMIND

I been broke
I stay breaking shit
Like your concentration
Condensation rolls down my mason
This the last clean glass in this empty house
Every month I wonder how the hell we make it
I told you everything, gave you everything
You always wanted me naked
Now I'm selling everything, I'm telling everything
I hope honesty saves us
Look what these melodies gave us
Plane tickets to places I can't pronounce

Women friends and kinfolk who never loved me
Called me ugly
I had my doubts
My house ain't have mirrors and neither did yours
How'd you see yourself?
How you see yourself?
I guess it took something breaking just to be something more
Who goin pick these pieces off of this floor?
Not you

Don't move the old couch in your new house
Burn that shit
If these wall could talk I would move out
I don't need that lip
I been trying build a new one
Too caught up in confusion
Of moving out and moving on and need you for both
I think we broke too close

I know my soul is still intact
I still question if shoes fit
Prayed for this shit, granny said hopes for the foolish
See never seen myself making it past 22
Know can't buy happiness, but look what the money do
In foster homes ain't never seen this many smiles where I'm from
Scared of failing my family, I know that we still young
Tell me how many make it close to this point
Knowing I played the fool
What if I stayed in school?

I shed tears here wit this ballpoint
Enough to fill a drake-sized swimming pool
I need to feel love for some insurance
You could slice the pressure in the air with a Ginsu
Spilled my whole soul in this venue
Trying to get this shit off my mental
I still have nightmares in that house
That me and my sisters done lived through
I can't even wipe this kinda shit from psyche
Reliving all this shit and rinse my eyes with some Visine

Don't move the old couch in your new house
Burn that shit
If these wall could talk I would move out
I don't need that lip
I been trying build a new one
Too caught up in confusion
Of moving out and moving on and need you for both
I think we broke

I've seen myself dying a million times before I was ten
Walked on egg shells and glass shards when talking about myself to you
Maybe I do have scars
Scabs still bearing the white meat of my childhood
I wonder if Kia and Zaza feel when the earth shifts like I do
How do we heal good?
Certainly not on empty stomachs
I ran away to make a way for homes in sunshine and cul-de-sacs
Somehow I'm still under fire
The ground still rocky under flat feet
I'll play Atlas, my shoulder are board, thank God
But I'm still learning to let go
Still trying to hold on
Still overthinking
Still waiting for movement