Sims - May 1st lyrics
[Sims - May 1st lyrics]
I mean I’m the means to my own ends
Ending at the fact that I’m waiting for
A straw to crack my already bending back
And then i snap
Now where the fuck Sims is at?
My limbs are cracked, forced to play the wolf
Chewing the cuff put glue in
The cuts and move on
Giving a shrug to nuance
Given the way I’m living is
Similar to a prison
Inside I’m a blizzard outside is the image
Put on to survive the sight
I’m torn up inside tonight
Trying to find what’s right
Trying to blind what’s wrong
Trying to find some light
So I glide on songs
But the design ain’t right and the siren’s on
So I’m out running again
Ducking the fucking gun in my head somedays
I can’t face myself
Afraid my face might melt
And it’ll taste like hell, I can’t handle it
Dismantling, the stitches are falling out
This is Andrew Sims’ sorry self
Flipping the fuck out
And I can’t go back to back sleep
Well I’m up and I’m stuck
Running amuck in a rut and
I can’t go back to sleep
In ’82 I mainly knew
That something wasn’t right
But baby grew and found a crew
That bruises tons of mics
I’m under pressure, bottle that up
He makes a record I gotta follow that up?
Follow that? Lace some new kicks
And lay some new footprints
Afraid I might buckle
Bust my knuckles trying to
Break through bricks
So I build a wall around myself so
I don’t have to face that shit
Or taste the failing
Chase the flailing loose ends
Now where are the saline solutions?
Escapee homosapien who found his
Haven in bruises
Definitely deafened by the daily deprecate
But it ain’t self hate
I just never walk on eggshell crates
Some days it’s plain it’s just time to face
Reevaluate
Like I wonder if this record’s gonna get to
Then I rethink, I guess I don’t give a fuck
Wait, wait, yeah I do
I guess we all just want to be loved
I ain’t proud of that fact
But I ain’t no angel
I’m just an honest man trying to buy
Mom and Dad the promised land
I’m just an honest man trying to buy
Mom and Dad what I can
If I was cut by the groove
What the fuck would that prove?
Now should I open up and
Show my wounds to you?
Or should I make some songs that
Make the room say "Doomtree"
This is the maze that I maneuver through
See I could break them through the roof
And convince to you that it’s ablaze
But would it make a fucking
Difference in these apathetic days?
I’m more invested in bad credit
Breaks and nervous rhymes
This one’s for the cats who caught
The itch on the inside
This one’s for the masterpiece
Bathed in turpentine
Half my time is stupid rhymes, buying dimes
And bleeding eyes
The other twelve is spent waiting for
My soul on a shelf
And I know I’m going to hell
Ending at the fact that I’m waiting for
A straw to crack my already bending back
And then i snap
Now where the fuck Sims is at?
My limbs are cracked, forced to play the wolf
Chewing the cuff put glue in
The cuts and move on
Giving a shrug to nuance
Given the way I’m living is
Similar to a prison
Inside I’m a blizzard outside is the image
Put on to survive the sight
I’m torn up inside tonight
Trying to find what’s right
Trying to blind what’s wrong
Trying to find some light
So I glide on songs
But the design ain’t right and the siren’s on
So I’m out running again
Ducking the fucking gun in my head somedays
I can’t face myself
Afraid my face might melt
And it’ll taste like hell, I can’t handle it
Dismantling, the stitches are falling out
This is Andrew Sims’ sorry self
Flipping the fuck out
And I can’t go back to back sleep
Well I’m up and I’m stuck
Running amuck in a rut and
I can’t go back to sleep
In ’82 I mainly knew
That something wasn’t right
But baby grew and found a crew
That bruises tons of mics
I’m under pressure, bottle that up
He makes a record I gotta follow that up?
Follow that? Lace some new kicks
And lay some new footprints
Afraid I might buckle
Bust my knuckles trying to
Break through bricks
So I build a wall around myself so
I don’t have to face that shit
Or taste the failing
Chase the flailing loose ends
Now where are the saline solutions?
Escapee homosapien who found his
Haven in bruises
Definitely deafened by the daily deprecate
But it ain’t self hate
I just never walk on eggshell crates
Some days it’s plain it’s just time to face
Reevaluate
Like I wonder if this record’s gonna get to
Then I rethink, I guess I don’t give a fuck
Wait, wait, yeah I do
I guess we all just want to be loved
I ain’t proud of that fact
But I ain’t no angel
I’m just an honest man trying to buy
Mom and Dad the promised land
I’m just an honest man trying to buy
Mom and Dad what I can
If I was cut by the groove
What the fuck would that prove?
Now should I open up and
Show my wounds to you?
Or should I make some songs that
Make the room say "Doomtree"
This is the maze that I maneuver through
See I could break them through the roof
And convince to you that it’s ablaze
But would it make a fucking
Difference in these apathetic days?
I’m more invested in bad credit
Breaks and nervous rhymes
This one’s for the cats who caught
The itch on the inside
This one’s for the masterpiece
Bathed in turpentine
Half my time is stupid rhymes, buying dimes
And bleeding eyes
The other twelve is spent waiting for
My soul on a shelf
And I know I’m going to hell