It's So Easy

[Verse 1]
It's So Easy to say it's the last time, it's harder to mean it
Said it so many times I kinda lost the meaning
I keep dreaming and so I keep dreaming up schemes of deceasing
All of these bleeding heart rhymes that are filling the lines
Every day is a fresh one but the nights are always the same
Stagnant pools and blockages in my brain
Memories I try to repress freeze-frame
Why'd I have to choose you as the muse for my game?
Y'know, I try not to exaggerate the weight
But I feel like a freight train to the sternum'd be a kinder fate
Rather than spending the next 40 or 50 however long it takes
Constantly replaying mistakes & wasted moments
Y'know those moments that take a walk
Whenever ya letting ya head instead of your heart do the talk?
Yeah, those ones; I got a sentence for every occasion
Don't get me started on moment mutilating
[Chorus]
I know what I wanna say, I just don't say it
Self-confidence shot, self-respect ain't far from it
Word vomit... I got a witty quip but when it come to the heart I got shit
Zip, zilch, zero, nil, nada, nothing
[Verse 2]
It's So Easy to be like, "Fuck it, I'm done caring!"
But putting it into practice be like, I'm not daring enough?
Or maybe it's like, you know, 'cos I've cared for so long
And it's like, "This is who I am, I can't just be like so long!"
Jesus, you people make me wanna bleed you
It's like, either that or believe you... ha!
Believe you me, the next time I see you I'm gonna make you bleed
'Cos your beliefs about change are making me hungry
I need to feed &and I know_ that we can change but we can't, switch off our brains
And we can't just pray to the sky and get rid of our freight trains
And I know that when they really want me to welcome salvation
That it'll be when I am not in control of salivating
'Cos I'm a vegetable up in a hospitable bed and the eyes in my head are screaming
And my family and friends are crying and pleading
But I'm not my Grandpa; no deathbed conversion
Or compassionate sermon 'cos I'll return and I'll burn 'em, ah!
[Chorus]
I know what I wanna say, I just don't say it
Self-confidence shot, self-respect ain't far from it
Word vomit... I got a witty quip but when it come to the heart I got shit
Zip, zilch, zero, nil, nada, nothing
[Verse 3]
It's So Easy to be like, "Fuck it... the world's against me"
And seeing my heart is part of the world, it cardiac arrest me
Or maybe not but I swear y'all be tryna get me into corners
Without a route except to the coroner's office
Yo... my bedsheet is a straightjacket
The mic cord a noose and record button a trigger
That activates the part of my brain that wants to tell these stories
Written with fingers that work, seperately from my brain... Figures!
Push the button, pull the lever and here we go again
I get the feeling that misery is my only friend
But it's okay 'cos in the end_
I've known so many liars I know how to pretend (awww)
Or maybe I'm just lying right now and I'm actually happy
And I'm actually playing y'all with my rapping (nah)
This is why I spit about the world and how it turns
'Cos I have to tell the truth even if it burns
[Chorus]
I know what I wanna say, I just don't say it
Self-confidence shot, self-respect ain't far from it
Word vomit... I got a witty quip but when it come to the heart I got shit
Zip, zilch, zero, nil, nada, nothing
When it come to the heart I got shit
When it come to the heart I got shit
When it come to the heart I got shit, ah
When it come to the heart I got shit, ah
When it come to the heart I got shit, yeah
When it come to the heart I got shit, ah
When it come to the heart I got shit, yeah
When it come to the heart