Address & Move


Thought you were pulling your weight, but everything’s slipping.
Change is taking way too long cus you’ve been doing it wrong.
Now I’m at 220 reminiscing about life back in Flemo at 180.

Making memories disappear like a magician before they can return to sender.
Giving into every impulse without a worry.
Can’t even get mad like I used to;
The things you can’t change become you.

Location, location, location;
Everything has it’s place in this hot mess of a life.
Tell me where it hurts, and I’ll tell you where you’ve been.

What’s weighing you down?
Give it a name so you can address it.
Address it and move on.

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