Violin - Seth Sentry

Why can’t it be more simple?

We never learned the way

How can it be more simple?

I live and learn to let it work

The other night I had a dream that you apologised

And you became honesty personified

I hadn’t seen you in the longest time

So I just woke up and started writing what was on my mind

I wrote five different versions of my verses

Trying to make the shit all perfect and it got less and less acerbic

Started trying to reword it

I got nervous you’d be hurt when you heard it

Till I scrapped it cause I wondered if it’s worth it

Then I thought, «well, fuck you»

Yeah, and fuck you from each one of yours sons too

Remember when I tried to visit

And you just told me you were busy?

Like you don’t really ever miss me after ten years

Well, sincerely fuck you

I’m tired of feeling terrible

Tired of tiptoeing over sugar coated eggshells

I’m tired of holding this grudge like a family heirloom

I’m tired of feeling unloved and I just want to rest now

Why can’t it be more simple?

We never learned the way

How can it be more simple?

I live and learn to let it work

I’ve never talked about you much before

Cause I avoid it, it always feels uncomfortable

That’s why I try to keep you as a passing thought

Cause if I hold on I get dragged into the past with all

The memories I have of getting slapped around in that apartment

After you and mum divorced you’ve got a lot to answer for

What did you tell nana afterwards

While you were stealing money

Out the birthday cards she passed on for us

You could at least passed the cards on I mean

Would have been nice to hear from someone

From your side of the family for once but nothing ever came

I’m tryna get you out my head again

And all this stuff that I was scared to say

I made an album that you never played, you told me that

So when my friends told me I should let this wait

I told 'em, «fuck it, he ain’t gonna listen to this anyway»

Why can’t it be more simple?

We never learned the way

How can it be more simple?

I live and learn to let it work

We used to watch you and your friends in a band

Every second weekend we’d hang out when you would jam

You told me I should say thanks for the genetics I have

Cause it lead me to rap like you wanna take the credit for that

Well, fine, but why end it at rap?

Like how about thanks for that depression I had?

Or what about the head full of anger the temper I have?

Could burn bridges to ashes

So I burnt weed cause it kept me from snapping

Ketamine, Xanax, x or the acid, whatever those tablets

Are in your medicine cabinet gimme the packet

Anything that could stop me acting edgy and anxious

Everything back then feels like a bunch of memory fragments

So take the credit for that shit, if you want it’s all yours

You ignored me all my life

But I don’t blame you anymore besides

The other night I had a dream that you apologised