Thorns ft. amburger

I'm like Nujabes, in a spiritual state

Any words I'd be saying you'd be hearing too late

I look at my face, I'm searing with rage, I tear up the page

And tape it back together when I see my mistake

I'm physically, mentally, emotionally drained

I strike a quiet nerve when inner quiet can't be attained

Put into question if my words that I once uttered were true

But I'm only speaking truth when I am speaking with you

Now I'm not speaking with you

I often wonder if you wonder what I'm doing

If I were to make it back I would barely be a shoe in

Everything is everything, what's meant to be will be