Young Man - Slow Hollows

Heaven complicate my every move

No, my little world wasn’t made for you

Views kinda skewed on trust

We’re made to be rolling numbers

I haven’t seen a death that’s hurt more than a few bad thoughts

And I live everyday knowing that I’m never gonna die

Heaven complicate my every move

No my little world wasn’t made for you

I will break the part

But I don’t feel eager to take part in anything

Now the light flares burn you up

I heard they think your days don’t start

Love to the family I forgot

The fault is spread like days we talk

Excuse my decision to stay cold

The breeze doesn’t dry it stirs up dust

And I don’t think I’ve seen too much

Pardon my dullness, what’s my part?