Atlas Complex

I been broke
 I stay breaking shit
 Like your concentration
 Condensation rolls down my mason
 This the last clean glass in this empty house
 Every month I wonder how the hell we make it
 I told you everything, gave you everything
 You always wanted me naked
 Now I'm selling everything, I'm telling everything
 I hope honesty saves us
 Look what these melodies gave us
 Plane tickets to places I can't pronounce
 Women friends and kinfolk who never loved me
 Called me ugly
 I had my doubts
 My house ain't have mirrors and neither did yours
 How'd you see yourself?
 How you see yourself?
 I guess it took something breaking just to be something more
 Who goin pick these pieces off of this floor?
 Not you
 
 Don't move the old couch in your new house
 Burn that shit
 If these wall could talk I would move out
 I don't need that lip
 I been trying build a new one
 Too caught up in confusion
 Of moving out and moving on and need you for both
 I think we broke too close
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 I know my soul is still intact
 I still question if shoes fit
 Prayed for this shit, granny said hopes for the foolish
 See never seen myself making it past 22
 Know can't buy happiness, but look what the money do
 In foster homes ain't never seen this many smiles where I'm from
 Scared of failing my family, I know that we still young
 Tell me how many make it close to this point
 Knowing I played the fool
 What if I stayed in school?
 I shed tears here wit this ballpoint
 Enough to fill a drake-sized swimming pool
 I need to feel love for some insurance
 You could slice the pressure in the air with a Ginsu
 Spilled my whole soul in this venue
 Trying to get this shit off my mental
 I still have nightmares in that house
 That me and my sisters done lived through
 I can't even wipe this kinda shit from psyche
 Reliving all this shit and rinse my eyes with some Visine
 Don't move the old couch in your new house
 Burn that shit
 If these wall could talk I would move out
 I don't need that lip
 I been trying build a new one
 Too caught up in confusion
 Of moving out and moving on and need you for both
 I think we broke
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 I've seen myself dying a million times before I was ten
 Walked on egg shells and glass shards when talking about myself to you
 Maybe I do have scars
 Scabs still bearing the white meat of my childhood
 I wonder if Kia and Zaza feel when the earth shifts like I do
 How do we heal good?
 Certainly not on empty stomachs
 I ran away to make a way for homes in sunshine and cul-de-sacs
 Somehow I'm still under fire
 The ground still rocky under flat feet
 I'll play Atlas, my shoulder are board, thank God
 But I'm still learning to let go
 Still trying to hold on
 Still overthinking
 Still waiting for movement