Lane Derbyshire - canny (Cover) (Remastered)

[Verse] I’ve been trying not to be So frustrated, overstated Disenfranchised from the paycheck I've been trying to rationalize The passion that lies In the things that have been made mine [Chorus] I’ve been thinking of everything you like Writing it down, trying to rhyme All the perfect sentences, lined Grievances, forgiveness, alliances bind [Bridge] Things that don’t comply with this Are that you used to need me That I used to be so incomplete Depleted, you were stuck in unease Man, can’t imagine you beside me [Verse] Looking at overages and underpasses Thinking of things that might have lasted Just apparitions of the past, fashioned A ghost, a phantom, a banshee— I am [Chorus] I provoke with a ransom, can’t be planned on So maybe I, maybe I can be random To be frank, man, can’t thank him For all the things I wanted to separate [Interlude] When I try to filter out what happened I try to make it feel like understanding Don’t want to be that guy, but if I’m empty I confess, suppressed opulence tempting [Breakdown] The things that I don’t want to do The things that you don’t want for me Little sprinkles in the cracks That glimmer and shimmer back [Hook] Remembering what it was at last Now I feel like it all happened for a reason Everything so complete, no treason But if you want to know the deal, no conceal [Verse] Opposition, coalition— congruent and relentless Everything late, I want to go back Are they on my back, my ass, my tracks? The things I can’t even ask [Chorus] If you want the taunting flaunting Camaraderie haunting conglomerate Of smoke and companies seeking to know What lies beneath, what lies below [Bridge] Get off of these, get off of that Pop along the back of all you knew All-encompassing, it dissolves inside Revolving doors, evolving pride [Verse] Elastic and floored, got my new tracks My shoes, my floors, the exit doors Need to leave, need to retract Subtract until there’s absence intact [Outro] Essence looking back, anticipated Trying to be less frustrated Because I made it— yeah, it happened The earth is aware and I'm a bit too soon apparently. I have been all consumed. Behold it and beware. I'm in control but so scared. The only comparison I can share is gone and left in the doom. Gloom and selfaware sound looping hooping a few new things in the drooping and blooming room unentrance. Captivated and hyperfixiated by the chairs and some dial. ated elated expression I can't quite keep from wearing sun in the bright light to shimmer glistening I might decide to tune into whatever is listening you may find me juiced up on a juice box or fruit cup sucking out the goo from a frozen yogurt tube then laughing at the conclusion I've got no clue what flavor either wasn't true but hence is such and we're in clutch Gucci peach and boss as f**** Yes, that groovy holy rolly googly googly life right now feels like a movie. When I sit down, the world keeps moving. When I tense up, the rest unfurs and suddenly it's ending