I don't have the slightest how to let go
I heard it'll make you whole
Throw my voice into the void and all I get back is an echo
Oh, I hope I make it home
Hope I make it home
I didn't check the levels or anything
Just need to blow off some steam
Empty, become wind
Everybody fiend for needs, I need to free
My M.I.N.D. with a pen or pressed keys
See, a fella like me might be hella empty
When I develop a dependency to the festivities
These days I don't see straight
Seen scenes change way too many ways to believe in a keepsake
But I keep a key chain with a mini VT plate anyway
Now I'm freakin' out on the freeway, least 80 miles away from that green state
A lady smiles in the mirror as the memories fade
Ready to take the leap of faith and meet the same fate
But I keep a straight face and carry on calm for my family's sake
No fantasies of reprieve; safe bet I need pain
For the balancing weight to the air beneath wings
Wanna be a better man
Why I need the feminine
Part of me I never can
Command the sovereignty to manifest
The pride in me will be the death
The prophecy's indefinite
Alive and breathing is a blessing that I believe is heaven sent
But hell or heaven, it depends on how you see it, in a sense
That's all it really ever is
I'm probly highly sensitive
So why I need my intellect
I guess I gotta introspect
The paradox of being flesh, when all you are is in a thought
Like: what if all I am isn't enough? Right, right, right
Smokin', smokin', smokin' til I'm emotionless, sittin' motionless
In a hole I dug, that I don't dig and I hope to ditch
Still the host to a host of unholy ghosts
Who go against who I know I am
And I don't know if we can coexist
No one said that life would be a breeze
So please don't lose sleep for me when I blow in the wind
I don't have the slightest how to let go
I heard it'll make you whole
Throw my voice into the void and all I get back is an echo
Oh, I hope I make it home
I don't have the slightest how to let go
I would rather fake control
I just don't know which way to go
I been tryna float as I am sinking
Lately I been clinging to a life vest, too much to digest
Do I pass the Bechdel Test? Baby are you impressed? Nah
Can I get a break? Hell's sake, you know my feet hurt
Want you to want me, but I hide under my T-shirt
I do, I do, I
Is this just how we are sposed to feel
I think too much, don't do enough
Are we sposed to even know what's real
White knuckle love, am I enough
I don't have the slightest how to let go
I heard it'll make you whole
Throw my voice into the void and all I get back is an echo