Stories

When I get to you, no I won't forget

What it took and takes, by the book and breaks

By the crate and limb, by the state I'm in

By the skin of my teeth took it on the chin

I was up for it, "yep" more than "no"

I was down for the cause and you ought to know

Spent all day on it at work and then brought it home

Something like an addiction, never fought it though

Got a debt to the stars, debt to the gutter

A debt to the bars, debt for the wisdom

That I will discard, you can bet I'll do it

In the future as I have in the past

All of it has scarred me but I'm still here

Through the imperfections that interfered

Feeling like a thief, stole a whole career

Wanna know? Let me lend your ear

I had to go about it, ride it out and find it myself

And there's some stories I can tell you

I had to fail, had to fall just for what I did well

And there's some stories I can tell you

Don't get it twisted though

I don't wanna blink and then miss its glow

Get choked and saved by the same rope

By the time you hear this you already know

Dear future me, nothing you can do for me

Sorry you are not what you used to be

Whatever you've got is news to me

What I handed you wasn't handled beautifully but it's done

Tainted blood cells and bad ankles

I did damage that was substantial

The body's a temple but I am a vandal

That could not live life at a standstill

I'm unapologetic of my path

But by the time you're me it's all of your past

Hope you remember this when you're falling apart

If not I wrote down a few remarks

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You've got to go about it

You're going to ride it out

You're going to know about it

You're going to let it out

Bet it all on the vocal chords

Reassure the in-laws, good lord

You're girl's in safe hands we're making great plans

That we will make sense one day

Maybe when I'm grey, if this can pay into old age?

Someone get that granddad down off stage

Hey kids, your gramps never drank kool-aid

In his own time did it with a few failed greats

But what? Worse the story, better the redemption

Worse the quandary, better the retention

I ain't breezing and I ain't George Benson

I ain't protected brother I ain't fenced in

If my future questions my current senses

That'd be the same we've been doing for centuries

So sorry if I ran it to empty

I wrote this so you know what I meant here