Slow Season

Folks will hate on you for no reason In your slow season Maladjusted off their own malfeasance Sure as I'm Tim Ian You can keep the throne and the crown I'd rather be a living breathing set of keys To the kingdom Just got back from my endeavors And I've yet to unpack Home on the map is wherever the f*ck I'm at Graduated Jedi master of adaptation No gown, no cap... The persistence that I precisely resisted with Preceded and increased the mean speed of my collapse My demons were in league, and I played the lead and the victim In this award winner of a play that we both co-backed It had free reign over my minds real estate, but its been re-zoned It's a gap, it's a space, it's a free home Stayed too many winters and strayed too many summers Words together are spells I'm over some shit I was under Dark times would have anyone hearing unheard commotion Or seeing the unheard motion of a puppets string in the shadows I dig deep because sharks are known to feed in the shallows Talk is cheap but its an investment in what you allow We all could be so hollow, yet we all could be so hollow if We are glass bottles maybe there's a message in the bottle We are clowns, we are vessels, basically we are the moon We are water, we are one, we project, and we're doomed. (Oooo) maybe just slow down Might get through to this whole town Had to let you know It goes fast Take it slow (As we proceed... To give you what you need... It's for the best if I don't look back)