Living through these things they ain't even cool
My surroundings for years have been on a loop
In the same place always smoking weed and drinking beer
Walls surrounded by paintings from people I haven't seen in years
I get fatigued by its predictability
It's a stream that leads to contamination
I cant clear my mind in the seasons
I cant seem to clear out any other reasons
It's something I don't want to talk about
But when these things are real it's not something to hide around
I hate when people say these things are their only drives to creation