Taking a trip through the halls of his memory, he can look back on the time he's spent in a place, where he sometimes wishes he can forget. And sometimes he does forget, with limited success "can't stop trippin' on these old roads" "like a pile of shit I can't seem to forget."
Once you go through a dark valley of your life, you're grateful for what it's made you. But you can't live there anymore, because it's not healthy, and those relationships you forged are now counterfeit, even though they once meant the world to you.
So, to survive, you've gotta cut ties with your past, those relationships, who you used to be, and move forward with who you know you should be now.
But every once in a while, it's okay to visit the old bones, and dust them off to remember and indulge in those memories.
But they still hurt, they still wound, and you can't spend too much time with them.
Taking a trip through the halls of his memory, he can look back on the time he's spent in a place, where he sometimes wishes he can forget. And sometimes he does forget, with limited success "can't stop trippin' on these old roads" "like a pile of shit I can't seem to forget." Once you go through a dark valley of your life, you're grateful for what it's made you. But you can't live there anymore, because it's not healthy, and those relationships you forged are now counterfeit, even though they once meant the world to you. So, to survive, you've gotta cut ties with your past, those relationships, who you used to be, and move forward with who you know you should be now. But every once in a while, it's okay to visit the old bones, and dust them off to remember and indulge in those memories. But they still hurt, they still wound, and you can't spend too much time with them.