Cotton Lyrics

As of late, I feel suspended in a waste

Disappointment been the norm

I can see it in her face

We can sense the bitter ending every day

Disappointment through the storm

You can see it in my face

As of late, I've chased ascension to the grave

Taste the tension in the sky

Like it's really 'boutta rain

As of late the apprehension doesn't break

It's a different kind of pressure that persists inside

Today I cried twenty times, and smoked a cig each time

And yesterday the mirror had an awful lot to say

No one else could hear But I listened anyway

Commonplace is fear among the fields burning

Tears running uphill

cheers to the all kids who are stuck still

The ones who couldn't stay still

The ones who never loved 'em selves

But keep it pushing every single day still

Cus I know that this shit gets hard

I have known the temptation as well

To reconnect with the stars

In the purest sense

Of self destructive art

'Cus I know that this shit gets hard

I have known the temptation as well

To reconnect with the stars

In the purest sense

Of self destructive art