Aesop Rock - Rings lyrics

Used to draw
Hard to admit that I used to draw
Portraiture and the human form
Doodle of a two headed
Unicorn it was soothing
Movin' his arm in a fusion of man
Made tools and a muse from beyond
Even if it went beautifully wrong
It was tangible truth for a
Youth who refused to belong
No name nuisance, stews in a bedroom
Oozing a brand-new cuneiform
Barely commune with the horde
Got a whole grayscale ungluing his world
Might zone out to the yap of the magpie
Unseen hand dragging his graphite
Cross contour, little bit of backlight
Black ink after a Bristol to baptize
You can't imagine the rush that ensue
When you get three dimensions
Stuffed into two
Then it's off to a school where
It's all that you do
Being trained and observed by a capable few
Back in New York, five peeps and a dog
In a two-bedroom, doing menial jobs
Plus, rhymin' and stealin' and being a clod
Distractions free to maraud
I left some years a deer in the light
I left some will to spirit away
I let my fears materialize
I let my skills deteriorate
Haunted by the thought of what
I should have been continuing
A mission that was rooted
In a twenty-year affinity
In rickety condition with an ID crisis
Nap on the front lawn, look up in the sky
It's

Shapes falling out of the fringe all heart
Though we would've made cowardly kings
They will chop you down just
To count your rings
Just to count your rings
Just to count your rings
And there were colors pouring
Out of the fringe all heart
Though we would've made cowardly kings
They will chop you down just
To count your rings
Just to count your rings
Just to count your rings

Used to paint
Hard to admit that I used to paint
Natural light on a human face
Stenciled fire on his roommate's bass
It was blooming addiction
Amiss in the pushing of pigment
Book like a tattooed pigskin, look
Pinhead kids of the minute
Drank Kool-Aid from a tube of acrylic
And it grew up into linseed oil over linen
Joy to the poison, voice of the resin
Capture a map of the gesture back up
Add a little accurate fat to the figure
Redo that, move that inward
Zinc white lightning shoots from his fingers
Studio strewn with illusion and tinctures
Stay tuned for the spooky adventures
You can't imagine the stars that align
When a forearm starts foreshortening right
Or a torso hung on a warping spine
In proportion reads as warm and alive
Routine day with a dirt cheap brush
Then a week goes by and it goes untouched
Then two, then three, then a month
And the rest of your life
You beat yourself up
I left some seasons eager to fall
I left some work to bury alive
I let my means of being dissolve
I let my person curl up and die
Eating up his innards, an unfeasible anxiety
Has brutally committed to
Relinquishing his privacy
Aligning with the trials of the anti-Midas
Nap on the back lawn, look up in the sky
It's

Shapes falling out of the fringe all heart
Though we would've made cowardly kings
They will chop you down just
To count your rings
Just to count your rings
Just to count your rings
And there were colors pouring
Out of the fringe all heart
Though we would've made cowardly kings
They will chop you down just
To count your rings
Just to count your rings
Just to count your rings

I'm getting sick and tired
Of never understanding
Where is the truth you promised?!