Heard my dead friend's voice in my head, saying
"Get me out this box, man! I didn't mean it!" The check came
Snapped back to where I was. It's bugged:
Recovery was a broken vein I'd been tryna flood with buzz
Anything to distract me from the memories that led me here
My last four years were fed to fear
Call a name. Empty beers. Throw up smoke and "remember when"s
Heard the song by Clef and them still waiting til November ends
These bars are just parking spaces for grief, and
Every song's a quarter in the meter I crank in and leave
Camouflaging sadness with smiles to break the fatigue
I'm dropping hooks in these rhymes. I'm sharkbait in my dreams
Life without my homie's an instrumental when bass isn't there
So jogging my memory's like running blades through my hair
I got grays in my beard. I got graves in my square
When I pick shells off the ground, they don't put waves in my ear