Close/Encounters ft. Keylime Lyrics

Don't believe in god

But I pray to them

Are they listening

What I say to them

Wanna make peace with dad

And quit freaking out

Speak my truth more

There's no need to shout

If I need to shout

Then I'll find my words

Then I'll breath it out

Till it fucking hurts

Til I'm poppin off

And I'm fucking hot

As wasabi on

The hibachi top

Then

I'll find all words i been looking for

It wont be no challenge like fuck a chore

I'll get all this shit off my chest

Like I'm reaching the peak of I'm crest

And I'm screaming the rest is irrelevant

Ain't even needed it

Talk about closure

And see me achieving it

Beating the odds

Till they in oblivion

Feeling like god

To the mob of the fiending kids

I'm gonna get everything that I'm seeking and crush anyone in my path

I do this from spite cuz they used to laugh

Now they gon act nice try to scratch on my back

I ain't scratching them back

What a blast from the past to see you here

Used to think you an ass and hate you in class

But now I smoke grass and i know you gon pass me

Whatever you're rolling up

Know it some potent stuff

Listened to picnic and noticed you growing up

Think of the kids tho you know you controlling em

Be a bit nicer a little less vulgar

And I know you'll be blowing up

Fuck that

Cuz it won't be me blowing up

See the blinding light

The night gets cold

When the ship comes down

Seem like time get froze

You wouldn't believe me

You wouldn't believe me

When the timings right

I'll join that glow

I'll see new heights

When I leave my home

You wouldn't believe me

You wouldn't believe me

See the blinding light

The night gets cold

When the ship comes down

Seem like time get froze

You wouldn't believe me

You wouldn't believe me

When the timings right

I'll join that glow

I'll see new heights

When I leave my home

You wouldn't believe me

You wouldn't believe me

Gotta make it to the summer

I'll be sad on thru the spring

Friends ain't think I'm a bummer

"He's just going thru some things"

This shit happens every season

For a reason I can't think

I just write off my problems

Deal em better with a drink

In my hand, it's in a glass

It passes through my lips

Hits the pearls, my tongue

It goes past my esophagus

Gotta wet my pallets

Look they stacked to the ceiling

Anything to help the masking

Of the less appealing feelings

Building bridges to burn em

Anti-socialite learning

To fake a smile, ya heard him

Ain't been smiling earnest

Think they starting to notice

Been revealing my trauma

So when I'm saying I'm fine

I ain't saying nada

Survivors guilt is a bitch

Don't know what i been thru

Should prolly lay on the couch

Sort out my issues

But I ain't trust in no shrink

But I can trust in that drink

Cuz when I dive in the ocean

It's cuz I know I can sink

I think

I been walking on some dead leaves

Snow melt like the feelings i felt

Now I'm just walking on these dead leaves

It's like a tree found my noose or my belt

Now I'm just walking on these dead leaves

How can there be so many dead leaves

So every time you go outside

And everything has died

It happens for a reason you cant cheat it

Thats just life

Just rake up all them dead leaves

But then you wake up to more dead leaves