Lines In My Face

Lines in my face are becoming more apparent

I stare with the same eyes as my mom?s parent

People I can be scared with are the ones to cherish

And I hope someday to be able to say that I shared it

Here?s a bottle opener pop open your coping mechanism

Cold turkey and poke up at your personalities

Bind them together merging spring and December

Lending an effort to your own hand reaping the benefits of your amenities

One by one binding simple brown

Sky blue ice color Antarctic episode of the world spinning itself around

Tuesday turned itself to Wednesday numb sound

Of voices and dreams turning out to be trains making the rounds

I planned this I?m going to where I?ve seen supplements

Causing glaciered items to form and melt under my skin

I am an auction of faculty, a reaction to this pasty planets purpose

And honestly, sometimes that makes me nervous

But through wrinkles on faces, grey hairs, and slow downs

Through chords, shelters, meetings, molars, gold crowns

Ghost towns, sold out shows to no one around

The lines on my face will undoubtedly have become their own sound

Lines in my face are becoming more apparent

I stare with the same eyes as my mom?s parent

People I can be scared with are the ones to cherish

And I hope someday to be able to say that I shared it

This goes out to those that answer the questions I have

And this one goes to growing old inside of my mask

This one is for the 20th day of consistency

That marked the point in time when my principles lifted me

One must acclimate to their mud if they don?t know their own dirt

And be fascinated with the blood, sweat and tears it takes to work

And if one forgets the three liquid rules for too many years

They?ll have a hard time treading water in their ambitious pools with peers

Quite a bit of bottled up pressure involved with corking issues

According to the finish line one should never persist and misuse

You might just get to where you?re going and pause on all your scars

And not ever want to go anywhere else out of fears of it being to far

Let?s make a conscience effort to kill or deadweight paths

And drag the carcasses along the carpets of those that grew our math

So everybody can see firsthand exactly what it takes us

To acquire the impressions of the journey?s on our faces

Lines in my face are becoming more apparent

I stare with the same eyes as my mom?s parent

People I can be scared with are the ones to cherish

And I hope someday to be able to say that I shared it