The Canvas

Is this what we want? This can't possibly continue to go on Peel by peel you take away the layers of the onion To get it's own fundamental kernel of truth See he's finding what he's seeking Remember when he didn't seek for betterment The rear view reveals no self reverence Only shows why he need this with evidence Past tries catch up, passed off, such irrelevance Stacked doubt, passed on to the present life Wishing for some difference in his sickness but he never tried Remorse crashes on his couch uninvited Since you cannot make a first impression for the second time Actions without true meaning Was too deep in Catching bad habits through seeking them Believe in them and you got them, be a poltergeist How you gonna see a better path if you close your eyes? Uh, and they've been closed until now Closed off, closed eyes, life was still down Hope gone, hoped time, would find that will Now he's there so perplexed cause his smile don't hide a frown A while ago he thought he'd barely make it Right around the corner found importance there to save him Used to believe he was scared of committing To his own well-being But he was scared of failing Can't really change what you're swimming in If you go like Na na na I'm not listening Letting down the guard to break apart Helps the pain in your heart, yeah the chest, like nitroglycerin Cause if you don't let life suck, when life sucks Life might come around around and bite ya They told him after that first panic attack That he had build up shit inside, and that that was a fact So the best thing you can do? Do not repeat your patterns, And don't be a passive person, Better pick up the all of the broken, beaten, battered puzzle pieces And put yourself back together The pieces might reveal a canvas We forget vast amounts of what happens to us in life And sometimes memory is downright creative (And it doesn't help to look it up) I'm learning to figure out Most of my brain and most of my vivid doubt Still haven't learned Why I'm watching life through a glass, in third person Time really passes when you're searching the cursed world for presence And proof of existence is worthless And it doesn't help to look it up Cause most people never truly find a way out Stay down, take more kicks or stand up I try to do the latter as a matter of fact Fuck laying down, you'll be sadder if your life's passed up You gotta tend to your own wounds, to be patched up Damn, if you can't Climb out your hole that you dug, better renovate it Cause enough is enough, and I'm sick of waiting And that's how you facilitate it