Take Care Of Yourself

[Intro]
Check, check
Yo, I'm just being honest, man
After every song
I could take a lie detector test
And I would pass
This is a true story this is not an allegory

[Verse]
No first aid kit needed
Put on my mic I just bleed
I think I'm sick of this climate
It rained on all of my dreams
But I saw ghosts through moth bite clothes
He haunts me when I sleep
Two fingers to the western sky I'm waving them like peace
Don't be placing me in no niche
Don't go toasting me in no bar
If I don't die young then so be it
I'm still a poet at heart
Do not go gentle into that good night, Dylan
You camе too far
And don't ever lose sight of who you arе-are
I'm thankful for my English teacher taught me how to breathe
God, thanks for my depression cause it taught me to be deep
I learned from all the nights when I would try to get to sleep
On someone's hand-me-down family couch, you better believe
I went from broke and broke to broken to whole and hopeful
To how's he from a sleepy town with eyes both wide
So soulful I know
The lonely road up will go
To no ovals
Go see his show, fo sho I suppose
The most quotable huh
That's just the shit that's inside me isn't it ironic?
The Morrissette up, the more the myth will define me
If being lonely is a drug I guess I live with sobriety
And I live with it kindly
Take care

[Chorus]
Take care of yourself don’t ever relax
Stop turning away don’t ever look back
And burn all those bridges everyone has
Until you finally learn the way to
Take care of yourself don’t ever relax
Stop turning away don’t ever look back
And burn all those bridges everyone has
Until you finally learn the way to
Take care of yourself don’t ever relax
Stop turning away don’t ever look back
And burn all those bridges everyone has
Until you finally learn the way to
Take care of yourself don’t ever relax
Stop turning away don’t ever look back
And burn all those bridges everyone has
Until you finally learn the way to

[Outro]
A few old flames never hurt anybody
Shoutout to all my friends
Shoutout to everybody who helped me with this tape right here
Everybody who helped me obsess over the name for like five years
And make the album art in my room
With a piece of paper and a pair of scissors
Shoutout to naebird on the beat
Shoutout to my dusty ass room…
Yo I’ll see you guys next time