May 1st

Lyrics

[Verse I] [?] classics 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 (thank you, thank you, thank you) [Chorus] And I can't go back to back sleep Well I'm up and I'm stuck runnin' amuck in a rut (In a rut) And I can't go back to sleep Well I'm up and I'm stuck runnin' amuck in a rut (In a rut) And I can't go back to sleep Well I'm up and I'm stuck runnin' amuck in a rut (In a rut) And I can't go back to sleep [Verse II] 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? Double that? Lace 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 Sapien 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, and I'll be damned if I can't I'm just an honest man trying to buy Mom and Dad what I can (But I can't go back to sleep) [Chorus] Well I'm up and I'm stuck runnin' amuck in a rut (In a rut) And I can't go back to sleep (And I can't go back to sleep) Well I'm up and I'm stuck runnin' amuck in a rut And I can't go back to sleep (And I can't go back to sleep) Well I'm up and I'm stuck runnin' amuck in a rut And I can't go back to sleep (And I can't go back to sleep) Well I'm up and I'm stuck runnin' amuck in a rut (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, go back) [Verse III] 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 [Outro] Well I'm up and I'm stuck runnin' amuck in a rut (Amuck in a rut) And I can't go back to sleep (And I can't go back to sleep) Well I'm up and I'm stuck runnin' amuck in a rut (Amuck in a rut) And I can't go back to sleep I'm sorry, Mom