Beneath Habits

Something pulled me out of bed,

what it was I can only guess

So I grabbed my ink-stained pad

I wrote down what I heard best,

"Boy, leave no stone unturned"

"Boy, don't be afraid of the dirt"

I've buried myself beneath habits

So she left me for a warmer bed

Well, what's wrong with sleeping on my own?

Something crashed into the lake,

but nobody wants to swim when they're grown

Now, I don't care if I'm understood

Now, I'm just tired of this heart of wood

I've buried myself beneath habits

Yesterday you were in a jet talking self care

Today they found you unresponsive, ODed on...

Ah to hell with it, it don't matter what

All I know is that you finally had enough

and now what?

What's your band supposed to do?

What's your family going through?

I hope your fans don't follow suite

I don't know what it feels like to suffer like you

You were just flying from your point of view

But your wax melted 'cause you flew where you shouldn't now

At max speed you fell down to the sea

How?

Another Icarus that just didn't know better

Didn't know

But it ain't just famous rappers that struggle to share their truth

I know a man just in the other room

trying to touch the sun too

But I swear to god if you turn that habit over,

get a magnifying glass, you'll find your answer, Casanova

You'll find your answer, Casanova

So you fell apart last night

Well now, what you gonna do next?

I know you hate reading old books,

but there's a thing or two in a sacred text

Free, set free you to yourself

You're free to rely upon yourself

I've buried myself beneath habits

But what lies beneath these habits?