Alternatives To Jazz (TFW No Phone)

If I had a light
then maybe, then maybe
If I had the time
oh baby, oh baby

This is as real as it gets
can you take my word for it
should I lift your chine
like Stephanie suggests

There's no time for petty irony
pretty glass, in your hand, turns to sand on a breeze
Cold mirror turns to ashe in the mouthes of your children

What are you going to say?
When they turn and face you?
If there's no God
Imagine what they'll have to do

Your smell stuck to me that night we ran away
like children, like children

I've been thinking scary thoughts
i might even get a job,
just to stay awake in apartments with you

there's no time for pretty irony
shining dagger in your sleeve
when there's no other we're enemies
and you can't tell who stole your grace
could it be me love?
Would you let me get away?

What am I going to do if they don't like me?
and there's no God to tell them too?
Hit them?
and you friend?

That thing I almost said
dare to consider it

That thing you hate about me
that drags me down
while you flew high
You might need a touch
to keep one foot on the ground
in these times

a drop of poison to keep your spirit alive

tho
you are wise to fear my Jihad
some men need that crusade,
some men need a haj
but everything you need you've got
cast of the spite of these parasites

if you love me
if u love us
if u love her

(everday I sell my ears to buy my voice)

by the time you can sing
you can't hear it.
by the time you can write
you can't see so far.
by the time you can seduce
you're fat soft or infected.
when you can afford to love
you're hearts cold and bored

but I'll get it back,
ill get it back
I'll show you what I always meant to do

I'll get back
I'll get it baaaa-cc--aa--ck
I will do it like I used too before I knew how too

I'll get it back
I'll get it back
I will do it like I used to before I knew how too,
before I knew too much

and that
there's always a siren
there's always rocks that you can't see
there's always someone you can't touch
there's always something you wont reach

I've never been great
but ive been close enough to see
that it's not worth the cost
sadly
(at least for the individual, it's myth benefits society see?)

Hope is safe in the past
It exists
but it can make no demands

I'm always trying to leave and let you know
about my great adventure
and that I'm never coming home

I'm getting old tho
how could I have know
that it''ll never like it used too

I'm still here
wiser and crueler my dear

I'm still here
but I'm no stronger I fear

I'm still here

I'm still