and now I'm going to rap about it

 

don't talk to me bout no architect I'm just an ant climbing up a wall
i can't see where i'm going, i'm just trying not to fall
don't matter how many times i fail, i just keep climbing up again
might be nice if someone noticed, kinda pointed me toward the end

or you gonna try to tell me this shit's all about the journey?
let me tell you son, it's not so fun lyin' here squirming
feeling all these feelings like a bunch of exposed wiring
how the fuck am I supposed to just sit back and enjoy the ride then?

I don't know I why torture myself by retelling your sad story
It's been ten and a half months, I still feel it every morning
seven forty four, march 15, the day that will live in infamy
cause that's the day you slipped off into infinity

I tried to put the word out, to see if you could get back to me
still waiting on a sign from heaven to convince me
it's just a wishful thought, like believing in a santa claus
cause this life is all there is and then we wind up in death's jaws

speaking of jaws, i watched it again, just for old times sake
trying to get back a piece of 1975, like a dream when your awake
and while it's awesome looking back, you can't live in a time capsule
well, you can, but trust me, it becomes a whole lot more like hell

thinking of you makes me want to spend a day in eternity
i'm just having a hard time grasping it conceptually
i think if i could hear your voice or see your face one more time
i could finish out these days of mine without this constant crying

some days I wished would never end
other days I wish would never begin
lonely days wishing for my friend
to just come back, come back to me again

i questioned why it was you had to get ill in the first place
all this bullshit about karma or heaven or god's grace
can't find a single reason why a flower has to die
except for that's just the way it works and don't bother asking why