Castaways

Lyrics

[Verse 1] 'Ey I'm tired of waiting Put it on the mantle, or trash it face it It'll never happen unless we make it I guess you could say that I'm just impatient Wasting light in a vacant place is a space a timeline I can taste And I find my eyesight often raised to embrace a fading skyline Wait... Let me catch up a little bit I've been baited on a breath I held to reel in the bigger fish I'm insatiable at best and my patience is iffy Debilitatingly self critical with narcissistic tendencies One more last time? Yes please thank you Whats another hair of the dog that spanks you? Just another customary tough luck bad news, some one in cemetery digging up a sad tune What little ditty is playing through his head, as he drudges out the humble work of making his own bed? Which lullaby to lay rockabye baby when the bough breaks? Classical or heavy metal? Soft and sweet or fast paced? Maybe just the echoes of the sentiments he misplaced in instances that distanced him from figuring his which ways You could ask him but I doubt out he even knows, and if he does he'll probably take it with him down into that hole Shit [Hook x2] Lazy days Castaways and hazy haste An absence in the afternoons from basking with the vain and dazed Ambrosia in the amylase Ashes in the aftertaste [Bridge] Complacent but a skipping stone throw from comfortability Trying to maintain the latter while I squash the former's killing me I swear That I'll probably be the death of me In fact I swear upon my life that I'll be the death of me Fair's fair Point blank or poison in the recipe Some choices will last you for more or less a century Either way when I finally retired of flying I wanna go out like a second hand lion [Verse 2] Tired of tired, tonight I'm stapling open both my eye lids (wide) Tight and wired I'll doodle on some cataracts for blind spots Admittedly ignorant but I know what I'm missing; Billions of simians kissing a ringed fist in submission I'll kill the king And wouldn't think to fill the position, uphold my kindred as the pillars of this intimate system We'll still sing Even when the neighbours are wincing, because they bump a lot of trash that I put with willingly It's win win Just another print in asymmetry, so lets swig another batch of the mix and match chemistry Clink clink To fill another glass with memory Do what thou wilt Up like a stem down like a hilt [Hook x3] Lazy days Castaway in hazy haste An absence in the afternoons from basking with the vain and dazed Ambrosia in the amylase Ashes in the aftertaste