Hook

Wet concrete, dipping my toes in
Cold feet, keeping minds open
Hold me, when I’m in my emotions
Your seas, keeping my coasts in

Verse

I’m in between emotive recipes, my face completes a gist
it’s an adage of complexities, but what do I mean by this?
I’m making ends meet in measuring, the entropy conflicts
when you’ve turned on a light by getting off on how it clicks

And I've turned out a life, alright, it's subtle in it's shifts,
Not a sermon in sight, a night, for cutting out your shit
not a nerve cutting ice tonight, I’ve gotta turn this ship
got a thermos of life lived by what lights ‘em up within

it’s just a soup of soul alignment, heard it’s made up on the whims
a lot of suits of lives colliding—learned to hide in—who I’ve been
I don’t mind the move I’m eyeing, I’ve devised what holds us in
it’s only soap in opened eyelids, hoping I lived mine in silences

aside from this, my sides are primed for hiding higher likenesses
I wonder why excitement lies in lives I hoped that I had lived
and died—I’m diving deep inside, the skies are higher risk
knowing I’m alive, reminded by endearing sleights of wrist

Hook

Wet concrete, dipping my toes in
Cold feet, keeping minds open
Hold me, when I’m in my emotions
Your seas, keeping my coasts in

Verse 2

you’ve let ‘em in to label all your made-up boxes,
stacked and copied, it’s the opposite of copping
ghosts stop on the threshold of options,
slowed down so we hold what we brought in

heavy weights make us stay where we walked west
don’t look away when the stage is set at stop, lest
another day you live a play convinced the plot’s blessed
a face, who forgot it’s name, and labeling’s the labor—left

or labor less, and left it how we’ve savored each our minutes vested
sketching out a safety net, a nest of eggs that’s laid in edges
finding pleasure in the depths of what we hold as sacred steps in
Less that you’re a problem, has enabled more complete perspectives

finally clean that mirror, appearing here in your conceived convection
hope that what I hear, it isn’t fear but feeding deep connections
a convalescence, that’s better once you peer in,
growing up in essence, a little more than where your mirror’s been

Hook

Wet concrete, dipping my toes in
Cold feet, keeping minds open
Hold me, when I’m in my emotions
Your seas, I’m keeping my coasts in