Feel like i was born for the forrest and i now hoard what's lost
Like the stormy days that often scared the frogs
And the trees that towered on for days, long enough that you could say the top was ancient
Soft
Like my skin was made of moss
And I make it seem like in the past life I was named a god
I came from places that the vacancies are based upon
The space is open
As if dieties had frozen the ocean
And I'm living off of potions moved on fron swallowing roaches
But I still breath the smoke in
But not too often cause I gotta stay focused on what's to come
My future's opened up like a locus
The gloom is gone
Gone sober mostly but I'm still the biggest f*cking slob
Hope you don't mind my faults
And I'm not entitled to a thing but I still have a lot
Honestly
I tend to make myself think it's worse than it's not
Ive forgotten what I had feared and forgot what I've got
Forgotten everything that made it seem like I was lost
But I'm still lost