Find You // Cycles Lyrics

(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