Blue Room (Interlude)

Lately this has felt like a mistake I think that you're already over this Your friends tried to write it off as toxic I tried my best but I ain't over shit Life with you's like being trapped in glass We see each other but we always distant No matter how clear the picture is When you and I touch I can feel resistance I do my best to be a better man But it's all results and always f*ck intent The gap widens and I stay losing For somebody trying it's fucking intense You can never see the stress I live You're so blase when I cry for help I'm aware that everybody's fighting war But I'm dying try to save myself Pushed it down to be a workaholic But the music's lame outside of album I bite my flows from all my favorite artists I'm well aware that I'm a fucking joke Success is weighted by how you're pushing dollars Can't move forward cuz I'm fucking broke Still anxious when I grab the mic Cuz I know eventually I'm bound to choke At the wrong time when it counts the most And I'm paranoid at putting all this time Into a craft that someone else decides is dope Can't even come to claim it mine When it comes to half of all the shit I wrote Could've worked harder to perfect a craft Instead of standing here like I can do the most Really thinking about exiting Really thinking about medicine Hate all mirrors cuz apparently when they stare at me They look menacing Wishing it conveyed exuberance Understanding that I'm blue as shit And I'm sober now so there's truth in this Johnson