Texty: 88 Fingers Louie. Heart A Tact.

Crashing down on consensus.
It's the vice that kills defenses.
Piercing through sort of feeling.
It only hurts if I let it take control of me. Won't let the world weigh me down.
Cause I'm coming alive.
What's the deal with life lessons?
If you can't forget regret them.
Taught to fold under pressure.
Failure doesn't mean you have to die.
Won't let the world weigh me down.
Cause I'm coming alive.
Just how many are there on my side.
A calendar filled up with sleepless nights.
Keeps time.
Afraid of what it may have left behind.
Who cares?
I've thought about it all too many times.
What's worse?
Is that my self-esteem suffers a curse.
That tries to kill me but I kill it first.
I'm coming alive, alive through you.
Today I found a friend in who I am.
Who promises to be there 'till the end, of what? When it's over will it start again?
Can't worry about it or life becomes too crowded. With panic.
I'll panic and then I'll start to doubt it, it's not worth it.
So fuck it.
Not gonna walk around it.
I'll face it.
I'll smash it.
I'm not gonna lose again.
I'm coming alive through you