Gripp - Snow Globe lyrics

[Intro: Gripp] I don't know. I don't know. I don't know Where my home is anymore I don't know. I don't know. I don't know [Verse 1: Gripp] This track I stamp with a wax seal Pull it back, peel it off, and savor it like a last meal Release, watch the carrier pigeon in flight Back to the city that has given me life: Providence. I think I owe you a song You were my home for so long. But even so, you barely notice I'm gone I'm just stringing these moments along Still tryin'a convince myself to hold it, I'm strong But you forgot me, didn't you? I'm just another flea flicked from the pelt Another snowflake from the winter to melt A pest you sent to fend for itself or descend into hell At the end of the dry spell, the sentiment's felt I write with a venomous quill, mostly self-directing it still 'cos life keeps on testing my will But I'm a testament to all the stress I've been through And though mostly it's existential, I present it to you Like this... [Hook: Liana Stillman] No, no Can't get trapped in my past Stuck in this snow globe Just tapping the gla** [Verse 2: Gripp] Providence, you were a ba**inet The dance floor where I practiced steps The urn where all of the ashes from my past are kept The world looked so big when we craned back our necks But I'm different now from when I packed and left Feels like we haven't met, so have a gla** of gin with me Relax and sit. I've got a bag full of shards of gla** Though cracked and chipped they flash and glint I wear them on my skin like it's fashion sense To remind me of the ways they were smashed to bits And though it seems like I was barely away, you've never seen me In full regalia made from smashing mirrors and panes But even so, I'm a reflection of you Still extending the roots, this self-expression a ruse So my question to you is: could you remember my childhood At least better than I could? [Hook: Liana Stillman] [Verse 3: Gripp] I want to hear your wail like a poor, trapped beast The wind whistle your horsepath streets. Of course that means I'd have to recourse that stream Another person, parcel, more packed dreams What can you tell me now? Is my home within reach? Why are the oceans finger-combing the beach? Tell me where the river runs, that nebulous place How you never get thanked for the way that your pulse ebbs on its banks And it's a terrible shame how we all inherit the pain The perilous way we became sterile and lame It heralds the change from being small and alone To the tangled knot of regrets that we call an adult You remind me that I have to relax, help me practice the task Your streets are ribbons from the gifts we unwrapped in the past That's how I feel, don't know whether it's fact And though I'll probably never come back, I'm forever attached To you [Hook: Liana Stillman]