Yates - Find You // Cycles

(Everywhere I go)
(The places say to me I think I'll Find you)
(Or at least I'll try to)
(It seems to me a strange array)
It's never easy being different
Because all our positions
Are so fucked up and damaged
By the statement we deliver
I ain't a saint, but don't say that I'm Satan either
I fear the only time we talk is when I pay to see you
I say you kind of like the salt up on my Margarita
The kind of bottom that could turn me to a bottom feeder
Remember when you asked stay or go and I said either?
Red pill or blue? Fuck it give me both or neither
I've been working on myself now
Before I get the rest wrong
Some things you try to say but it's the best ones
Run fast just to get it and the rest gone
Now I think I'm fine with straight up just being dead wrong
All the stupid shit I say inside my bedroom
Hoping one day it earns me some headroom
Navigating faces in the places I go
Is it a crime to define you?
Everywhere I go
The places say to me
I think I'll find you
Or at least I'll try to
It seems to me a strange array
If I ain't even sin with you why you got your head down?
I struggle with reaching my hand out.
Floating in space till the gravity hits me
I'm tumbling over the crowds
I want the ground back
I wanna put my face in a brown bag and never come out.
Since when the fuck you care about the number amount?
It's getting harder every day just to lounge on my couch, I
Take a breather 'cause it's hard for me to see ya
When I try to make it even it just feels so odd
I feel like, the whole thing is sealed tight
Daily questioning my blessings is this real life?
Probably not, options are improbable
Predictions are percentages
I reap and then deposit them for
Someone somewhere someway
So why is it an issue that I care?
That's Yates
(Everywhere I go)
(The places say to me I think I'll Find you)
So why is it an issue that I care?
(It seems to me a strange array)
Have you been feeling the high?
Have you been feeling the highs?
A cyclical nature
Nowhere to go
Beads on the curtain
Hidden from show
A cyclical nature
Oh how involved
Downwards the answer
When gravity calls
A cyclical nature
For what is there more?
End at the origin
Start at the core
A cyclical nature
Must it repeat?
Ready for more at the end of the week?
I'll let you walk on to my thoughts if you please,
But warn you be careful where you place your feet
If nature is cyclical
We are the spokes
If nature is cyclical
We haven't spoke
For actions they happen
Again and again
No difference is present
From start to the end

Written by:
Henry Weaver

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