Deriva

Some call it a gift, I call it luck
I found reasons before my time's up
I’m not good, I’m just tough
Friends suffer, my anger’s on the rise

War is painful and slow
Everyone’s left with wounds to show
Dreams get cut off, you know
Seeds have been sown

The sky was bright and bold
Life’s a shotgun blast, uncontrolled
Now it’s a matter of pride
I’m not tearing anything apart

I’ve taken a lot of hits
I’m not riding that wave anymore
Can’t spread my wings, it’s true
Demons we can never tame

Remorse is such a pain
The paper I tore has a shape
My mind’s lost in Saturn’s reign
(I don’t know when it’ll come back)

While I wait, I smoke
The view I have is concrete and wildlife
Looks like a movie scene (stay strong)
But we’re freeing our souls

I came in, seasoning the palms
Tears of despair
I lost another friend (another one)
I need to keep my cool