Prathik Bendapudi - Same Weather

Is it still the same day?
Whatever music
Whatever you say
Making changes
Faking changes
You'll get there anyway

Fleeting like the buzz
Between the dings of my doorbell
Grey like the chicken fried in hell
Dirty like the stereotype you made of me
Free like the spirit of a drunk
I don't know where this man is from
I hate him all the same
Just like my father did
And his father before him
No change

What are you looking at
A dirty mirror through broken glass
A little money for a little class
Buyer beware
So you've pulled out the roots
In your hands now a noose
Your meaning of it askew
And now you've bombed the paper

Still like dangerous waters
Blurry like a trick
Known like a distant memory
True like the nobility
In a few
Like you
Like you
Like you

Written by:
Prathik Bendapudi

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