Listener - If Tomorrow Starts Without Me lyrics

[Verse 1: Listener] Yeah, when you get up today to find me not around your place Crying, realizing the events of days pa**ed Years creeping by in the minutes of forever Deep impressions depressing into your heart Asking the why's and how's, contemplating the start of your end Remembering late nights with friends Breath, grasping for the sides Reaching for a plateau that spins not, I'm so sorry I will not have meant to go, but I hope you know That through all the sorrow and hurt that I'm better I know it s**s to hear how I'll be all better I try my hardest while I'm alive to get the most done It doesn't make any sense though when d**h takes you for a run It's all to keep the memory of me locked deep into your arteries Harder to leave, just can't believe that through all the Accomplishments and memories that none of it matters The world keeps going, life keeps showing How minute it is in the grand scheme of this, so When tomorrow comes and you have to wake without me Just make sure it's the life in me that you miss [Hook] So this is goodbye, so this is how they say it [Verse 2: manCHILD] I backslapped my clock in the face At the same moment, pull seconds from the trash heap because I got no time to waste Chase the sunrise, yell frantically as my tongue ties Arguing that starting without me just might be unwise Lungs try to take in oxygen, my jaw drops in astonishment Heart breaks, time quakes like Kurt Vonnegut Wisdom of Solomon drips from my split lip like collagen Romancing the stone cold faces of d**h like Harlequin Sew my stitch in time with silver threads and golden needles Ignore the cold and evil and consider my life an opus I focused on the process regardless of the outcome Possessed the only copy of Sintax's solo album These are the same hands that I used to stroke your soul with Grabbed the city by the throat but didn't have the strength to hold it If I'm ancient by tomorrow, I'll just step to the other side Leave this dance in the capable hands of Deepspace 5 [Hook] [Verse 3: Playdough] 16 pads for the drum, that's where I'm from Wondering how I've become so accustomed To the shoulder with a chip, the soul with a fat lip My spirit's being smacked and character still attacked The fact clearly remains they choose to not use Because of mic sparks, permanent marks and tattoos They act fools with rules of no piercings And clearly it's pierced my soul, the biggest hole is in my heart I'm wishing that tomorrow would start without me Maybe then they'd see this emcee Plays more of a solution to pollution to youth But the truth is being masked with don't tell or ask About hurts and lies from shirts and ties Because it heavily relies on me wearing disguise It's just to reach the lost; the cost is placing my arms crossed On my chest, lay my body to rest and say goodbye [Hook]