The Little Things

Verse 1: Vessel
The only rule on this road to life is no turning back
We learn from mistakes, I guess I'm still learning that
I've seen what the flames of passion can turn to ash
Fell in love once and I guess I didn't learn from that
One mans trash is another mans treasure
One mans ex is the next mans pleasure
Can't weather the storm, overcast, misery
Tryna see the world without the window glass in between
What's a limitless sky to the wingless?
Sometimes you gotta wear the shoe if the thing fits
Feeling sun dried in the sunshine
Laughters the language of God but I'm tongue tied
Head hung high, rock bottom but its nothing new
Heart made of metal funny what a little rust can do
Spark up the burnt sage in this ghost town
Caught up in the moment it hopeless to slow down
What goes up comes down try to tell a junkie that
Junk yard dog paw deep in the bloody sand
Tryna catch up to a running chance
Hoping I can build a pretty future from an ugly past
It's kinda hard to be Romeo
When Juliet sweared that this ain't her first rodeo
White devil, black heart, with a red rose
How hard will you hold when it's time to let go?
Eyes closed In this free fall madness
Painting with blood on this sheep skin canvas
It's nature to repeat habits
Embrace what you see in that mirror cause that's it
If its past tense then it probably wasn't meant to be
It's proven that everything dies if you don't let it breath
Sometimes we cut ties with our memories
Not hell bound just a little outta heavens reach
I lost my mind before I lost my virginity
Promises break like bones, save a prayer for your enemies
Still searching for my lost hope
Nailed to the pavement, crucified to these cross road
The broken Hearts I'm stepping on are similar to broken glass
I'm not complaining though, in fact it feels deserving
I'm learning, the pain I cause is handed off to karma so I know the explanation why I'm hurting
My life's an open book, fire damaged by attempts to hide some chapters, but it seems the inks embedded in my soul
And I know, that nothing lasts forever, so I just wait to close the curtains on this show
So consider this my countdown to lose it all
Who keeps sticking needles in this self reflecting voodoo doll
Way to poke my patients but I walk it off so casually
The jealousy that dwells within your mind is simply sad to see
This romantic tragedy referred to life is fucked
Not judging by the cover but the words written in blood
Cut throat, razor grin, with his fangs out
To hard headed for the concept of stay down
Curse the hour glass and every grain of sand it holds
Cause there's no going back to fix the cracks within my damaged soul
Until the sample blows the speakers and the noise is dead
I'm a wear my head phones and vibe out to the music left