I'm in a dark room
but the walls are see-through,
it's not made of glass
and I'm thankful for that.
I see 'em stand in the back
drinking hand looking cool.
I know that some lube the mood
I stay vocal,
with anything that I hold
that won't break and explode.
So that one episode
turning hearts stone.
Not a sun to the earth,
never ever how it goes.
Those lips destroy
but I'm not the same boy.
I'm a one,
take it or leave it up
to kill the noise.
So koi,
hiding looks behind hands.
So smart,
black frame,
wrote a book to see the past.
How long? It couldn't last,
bound to happen.
They stop dancing,
we got trapped in.
Had a shovel and an axe
to crack it open.
We stay hoping for something,
for something better than this.
The haze clears from your eyes
on a Sunday,
on a Sunday.
The haze clears from your eyes
on a Sunday,
on a Sunday.
They turn around,
leave the room,
left to stand an assume.
It was right from wrong,
no other way to carry on.
Put a mask on
after one last song.
Was that one track?
Yeah, this shit is bomb.
And Rossy G. knew it,
Heavy K been through it.
Joey Carver on stage
back me up,
let's do it.
My cool whip cracks
a cut that won't close.
The bright red streak
drips down on her toes.
Smear tracks on the road
all the way back home.
but we got nowhere to go.
I wanna pick it up
move fast.
I heard 'em say,
"Don't do that
it won't fix the past.
Won't switch wrong to right."
Do you have light?
I don't smoke,
but you could try.
Hand me mine.
I'm looking down at the mic
and how I hold it.
I stay hoping for something,
for something better than this.
The haze clears from your eyes
on a Sunday,
on a Sunday.
The haze clears from your eyes
on a Sunday,
on a Sunday.
You didn't get what you came for,
forgot it in the hustle.
We struggle with the puzzle;
we fall,
we fumble.
Climbed up your hair
from the ground like Rapunzel.
A bad name,
sweet dame,
ready to rumble.
She like to cuddle,
like they all seem to do.
But it's a mash up
when we got nothing to prove.
I wanna seem all move,
get a move from this.
I want 'em all to see
how I'm consumed by this.
I wanna clinch up my fist,
risk to break my wrist
on a face like his.
Yeah, you could say I'm pissed.
But it's not what I came for,
what I came to do.
It's the same old shit
that controls my mood.
I'm sure she knew,
so we stir with a big stick.
Ask questions last,
what we learn from it?
I give a last kiss
on the cheek to you.
We won't speak on a Sunday,
I think we're through.
The haze clears from your eyes
on a Sunday,
on a Sunday.
The haze clears from your eyes
on a Sunday,
on a Sunday.
This is not 'us', this is you and I
'cause this is what I call my last goodbye.
This is not 'us', this is you and I
'cause this is what I call my last goodbye.
This is not 'us', this is you and I
'cause this is what I call my last goodbye.
This is not 'us', this is you and I
'cause this is what I call my last goodbye.
This is not 'us', this is you and I
'cause this is what I call my last goodbye.
This is not 'us', this is you and I
'cause this is what I call my last goodbye.
This is not 'us', this is you and I
'cause this is what I call my last goodbye...