Produced by Canis Major
https://soundcloud.com/canisxxmajor
Feat. Trish Vega
https://www.facebook.com/TrishVegaMusic/?fref=ts
Artwork by Ben Cowan
https://www.facebook.com/BenCowanPhotography/?fref=ts
Lyrics:
[Chorus]
Can you explain why I lied when you asked me what I wanted to be? (when I grow up)
Thought I was runnin to my future but instead I was running from me (I was running from me)
With all these things that I got, man I guess that I should feel blessed (yeah I should feel blessed)
Spent my whole life tryna get here, guess this is as good as it gets (this is as good as it gets, nah)
I don’t know man, I don’t know X2
[Verse 1]
My optimism is limited, opened my mind only to fill it with
Sentences shedding light on these life sentences
That I don’t want to realize,
But when i look in the mirror don’t love it all but at least I never fear lies
Not an invitation to pity, just an admission of feelings
That I keep bottled in like the stuff they swallow and wallow in really,
Drinks never came to my rescue
I’m just another nobody tryna be special
I think it’s funny we look down on our childhood dreams
As if we know better now, like life is so better now
Free from distractions so mediocre can happen
Would tell you my aspirations but too afraid of your laughing
Hmm I don’t think we set the bar low enough
Play limbo with morals til status quo is up
Turn a blind eye, let’s get to the heart of this
See part of this is financial darwinist
Theory, keeping us from seeing clearly
Since 1776-
All those catastrophes done and til your salary come, you’ll say thats realistic,
That’s what had to be done, that’s why I lied to you
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
My inner child is the greatest source of my wisdom
And if I make it to adulthood you can bet that I’ll miss him
I’ll be mature and complacent, wasting my heart beat on
Making a living, that’s irony, now you make a decision
Close your eyes, see with something else
Can you can see it just as vivid as myself?
A social structure based off of happiness, not wealth
Instead of income we would be working on ourselves
The blacks and latins in prison will be attackin the system
Fuck that won’t let me be an action-less victim again,
So cringe and witness the collapse of a diseased nation
My diagnosis is I notice that we need patients
Ears still ringing, the fat lady’s singing
Slave songs, so write a tragic story to put your grave on,
Let’s write a commitment and fail to honor it
And keep living the stories from Kurt Vonnegut
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I had a dream I was speaking to myself,
A younger version, less concerned with his mental health
When he spoke of imbalance, my mind felt challenged
How could I accept these conditions and how they’re handled?
He asked me why the rich tend to look like Steve,
And why the bodies in the news tend to look like me
And why a quarter through my life I’ve given up my dreams
And why God blesses people to very different extremes
And it seems that all the parents be breakin up
He said that adults are only smarter at excuses they be makin up
My optimism rejuvenated,
I see that you’re speaking the truth and if I listen to you that I can make it
People lookin’ at the surface and I want to break it
This foundation that we laid is about to cave in
And as I look at earth in the light of its decay
I couldn’t help this feeling that mistakes were made
[Ending]
If I could wake up... If I could wake up... cause I've been day dreamin
If I could wake up... If I could wake up... cause I've been sleep walkin
