Jonestown
And I wonder if
If I were to call
If you still exist
If it's still my fault
Each time it rains if it washes away
All the remains of the good ol' days
I am not a therapist and you are not a therapist
Trying to make some sense out of these sessions that we're venting in
And I'm guessing it's you've taken too much medicine
Bottles so tomorrow I'm regretting all these messages
At the airport sitting and smoking
Let my thoughts slowly sink in that ocean
Refresh all the internet postings
Kool-Aid take a sip of that potion
Almost had me married up in Jonestown
But I won't be around when it goes down
It doesn't really matter what I wrote now
I will be alone on my own when I'm homebound
These are not the problems that my father had
Lost love and decided I don't want it back
The groom cries for the bride smile
Evolution of maturity
All this confidence diluting insecurities
All my baggage at these hotels won't tell
Still my conscience isn't losing any wars to me
Stumble in the hallway slipping
Tried to cope and spent all day drinking
Thinking is this regression or change
Because I'd rather be here than on those steps in the rain
Adult life is measured so heavily
And complications are never sold seperately
Communications creating obligations
Overcompensating to let it go mentally
I've got a box here filled up with memories
I'll be remembered for my heartbreak legacy
It was a shotgun wedding
And I wonder if
If I were to call
If you still exist
If it's still my fault
Each time it rains if it washes away
All the remains of the good ol' days
Evolution of maturity
All these compliments diluting insecurities
I'm a nice guy but
Josh is always cold to me
Total disconnect that's how I'm supposed to be
Betrayal seems to come in all flavors
With the answers in a ton of raw papers
Inbox turned to a basic bitch magnet
From the day that I changed my relationship status
If people try to leave you should let them go
And find virtue in the story that you'll never know
Right now I've got to find progress
Yesterday is gone and tomorrow's not promised
Props if I leave behind honest
Skip the guilt and avoid the whole process
And I wonder if
If I were to call
If you still exist
If it's still my fault
Each time it rains if it washes away
All the remains of the good ol' days
Autor(es): Giant the Artist