Thank Plath ft. Smoke M2D6 Lyrics

Spending a life trying to run from nothing

Doesn't amount to anything worthy

I realize that I've run from nothing

For so long, I can't feel my feet

The show is done, poets die young, that's just a fact

Thank Plath I'm a bad one

Tough to fight your way out the muck

When both legs are stuck, they'll say, best of luck

Remembering times when it all felt so simple

As I'm talking to another young widow

Friends lived life fast, left them single

You don't got a lot left here, Francisco

Born into violence, strange how we hardly realized it

Those ways that abuse kept us silent

Wings clipped as kids still tried to fly from it

Couldn't even flap our way out of the pits

Wonder how Pops is still living

Remember his body was bone skinny

Shivering from crack rock, and handcuffs

Cops put him in

Black eyes, infinitely reflecting off of the abyss

Back then, he too broke the law

Fucked raw, gambled, and lost

Swam through oceans of vodka

Shot up in Vietnam

Hidden in camouflage

Somehow even he survived it all

Why am I sitting in your bedroom, shaking on his rough paw

Staring at the wrinkles 'round the jaw of an old dog

Watching as he fights an unbearable urge to bawl

Because he's still here and you're gone

Spending a lot trying to run from nothing Doesn't amount to anything worthy

Growing so tired of all this running

Wondering when I'll feel some relief

There is no way for us to hide from this

Facing the fact that we still exist

When friends are dead or in prison

At times we feel guilt for living

Basking in grief, barely noticed it was blanketing me

Been a solid seven years of navigating these seas

Heavy waves shaking us from mania into depression

Reached a point where I don't recognize what normalcy means

Numb when I see more body bags adding up

One by one, dominoes tumbling in a rush

While I'm succumbing to patterns that only add to my madness

Trying to flee from a labyrinth of anxiety and sadness

Never had a good excuse

I've been crippled by the system and trauma like you

Don't got a lot of good advice

Truth is, I don't even have a clue how I survived

It has been a foggy road

Call it privilege or sad fat luck, I don't know

Feel grateful for so much though

Grateful for the highs and the lows

Any time that we shared in the pain of this growth

Hurt so much to watch you go

Hurt so much to watch you go

It has taken its toll but it's made me whole

Hurt so much to watch you go

It has taken its toll but it's made me whole

And built me up into this individual

There would be no Francisco without the broken bones