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Atlas Complex
VERSE 1
I been broke
I stay breaking shit
Like your concentration
Condensation rolls down my mason
This the last clean glass in this empty house
Every month I wonder how the hell we make it
I told you everything, gave you everything
You always wanted me naked
Now I’m selling everything, I’m telling everything
I hope honesty saves us
Look what these melodies gave us
Plane tickets to places I can’t pronounce

Women friends and kinfolk who never loved me
Called me ugly
I had my doubts
My house ain’t have mirrors and neither did yours
How’d you see yourself?
How you see yourself?
I guess it took something breaking just to be something more
Who goin pick these pieces off of this floor?
Not you

HOOK
Don't move the old couch in your new house
Burn that shit
If these wall could talk I would move out
I don't need that lip
I been trying build a new one
Too caught up in confusion
Of moving out and moving on and need you for both
I think we broke too close