Peeling through the layers 
Where the fuck have the years gone? 
'87 to right now 
I lost myself inside the fog 
Afraid we'll have to amputate 
All your wasted dialogs 
Wearing my suburban crown 
I let my body drown 
Lost track of the resilience 
That once helped from falling down 
Don't carry my casket 
Throw my ashes to the wind 
Begin the culmination 

They say good things come with age 
Cancer, finances, jobs with shitty pay 
Disdain for my coming of age 
Wisdom's a prisoner to my pent up rage 
Comfort in sins 
Tuck me into my death bed 

Been depresses about the adult crash 
Yeah, I never thought I'd be tricked like that 
For all I know still got a gays to go 
Until I'm leaving for good and ain't looking back 
Bottom of the deepest ocean 
Wasn't quite what I was hopin' 
Old wounds found ways to reopen 
Leaving me confused 
Victims of imagination 
Do my best to fight Persuasion 
Don't know if I have the patience 
To wait it out and maybe bloom