Strangers

Verse:
Look at this picture of my college friends, thinking will I ever see this time again?
Simple life, back when it was all so promising
Now my cell phone is getting cobwebs
No longer relate, because they speak another dialect
Drink a little scotch for the demons, hoping maybe it can fight em off
Exorcise (exercise) em on the track, runnin thru the writer’s block
Seem like my faith in humanity’s been replaced
With cynicism, lately my sanity isn’t safe
Oh lord, hey look a stranger’s in the mirror
I’m nothing like I used to look, this pain is unfamiliar
Obsession, cuz I see a vision others prolly can’t
I feel it in my blood, but I hope it’s not in vein (vain)
Nah nah, now all I see is strangers
Mama taught me, never talk to em, see the dangers
Never open up, build a wall, never take it down
Maybe I just wanna see who cares enough to break it down

Chorus:
Strangers alone, strangers at home
Caught between love and hate, can you hear my call?
Can you hear my call, can you hear my call
My call, my call

Does no one understand this? I guess I speak a foreign language
I took a look at what was family
All I saw was strangers
All full of strangers

Verse Two:
Nouveau
Don’t take it personal, it’s human nature
You see your dreams severely shot, they call that euthanasia
My lesser equals, acquaintances of a different cloth
Degrade themselves on the daily, I took a different course
And put my heart thru this fire for my desire
And I swear I’ll never burn out, like my peers that never turned out
To be kings, only jesters, couldn’t bring it under pressure
So they piggyback their brother, benefit from his successes
Taste the venom on my tongue, so bitter
Look in the mirror, then reflect on how I’m slowly disappearing
And the one thing that I know is that I really know nuthin
I’m waitin for this relationship with my dream to go public
For now, I’m socially awkward, forgot how to be human, where’s my decency
I’m lyin to myself so how the fuck can you believe in me?
I lost my savings, no register, you can’t change him
No emotional return when you invested in a stranger

Hook

Verse Three:
I fear the best days behind me, not sayin I’m suicidal
But Voli continues to try to kill himself on the vinyl
I’m prolly a model for what not to do with your life
I’m isolated, no room for no god or satan
I got my own religion, I’m godforsaken
Pushin to get my shit out, I’m constipated
I’m out of use, can you feel me? Be my masseuse
Massage me, life is a bitch, so misogyny is my truth
Move through the shadows, my girl is looking for light
And she’s dealing with her condition, she’s used to a losing battle, Fuck
We both obsessive, her OCD is a blessing
Funny what makes us lonely’s the shit that holds us together
We try to sleep through the failure, can’t propose to her till I become the man
And I can’t settle for no city hall marriage, girl, I hope ya understand
Just tell the priest that I sold my soul to the devil
And I hope to give him change, after that we’ll hold a wedding
But my side of the aisle’ll be vacant, the life of a stranger
Nobody knows him, will his grave title be nameless?
Hold me, as I sit and look for the old me
In 50 years, will I be considered the biggest regret of the old me?