Atlas
Atlas - A Letter To My Freshman Self songtekst
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Letter to my freshman self Dear Patrick How's it going? I know that it's been a little while Since I wrote you And I know that you're oblivious To how much time has passed you But I got a couple questions That I really need to ask you Do you feel like Clark Kent yet? Super in the booth Like your past been parked in So you maneuver with aloof See yeah Consumer with the truth Is a difficult find So I'm living on my biblical grind And it's a heck of a time If you wonder where the requiem hides It's gonna pop out of the tombstones In the night sometimes When that fight night jingle rings Off in the distance If it's party admission And be the martyr who missed it I'm fiending for heart or wisdom A reason to start again With another version of you Who's a little bit less dismissive Thespian for the misses Whose legend reads one who isn't Designed with it's only purpose Is rhyming and giving kisses Timeless in intermissions Pilot for the white flag The pacifist of part Who'd never pass a fist or fight back I mean it's tight yeah But who would disagree? Remember eighth grade? Remember missing me? That was a beautiful track And you bade it blissfully So I know there's advice That you would probably like to give to me The future self Who knows how all the nooses felt I remember every single time you lose yourself But never give up There's too much good to come See you'll meet a beautiful girl Who knows what love means So don't end up above me And write all of those rhymes down 'cause it's about time that you started living life now Cheer the fuck up You beautiful loser Sincerely signed You from the future