Holden Caulfield (feat. Unsung) Lyrics

Witness:

(Excuse me, have you...)

Got a house of cards that they're forcing you to fold

While you're traveling the labyrinth you built inside your skull?

Call me Holden Caulfield, leave me in the sandbox

Trap me in the moment when our fingers first land locked

My friends are worried that I've buried my potential

Like I'm on my way to thirty at the mercy of a pencil

Ever get the feeling that this island stays afloat

Because it knows it's gonna sink without the buoyancy of hope?

Too many tend to marinate in safe harbors

Their only contribution is another grave marker

The imminence of night only makes the day harder

Never wore the mask of a self-made martyr

Aggravated that it never rains anymore

Because I need a little wind to face this weather vane north

You know?

Tortured souls, of course I'm cold

I was born in the house of cards I was forced to fold

Good foot forward, second next, baby steps

Open hand, take it, cause I haven't tied the laces yet

Unsung:

Songs sung in high notes

All left to sign

Contracts written in bass

To replace your lifeline

People tend to go their different ways

When they break up

Or run like mascara in their DNA makeup

Close call

I almost believed it

But leapt before the myths like a runaway phoenix

I burst towards the city

Left in blinding sunlight to find

That it's all designed

With the help of an upper hand

Sketches in it's notebook

I will write my own songs and focus on your sad looks

Pause a moment

I want to taste the grittiness

No bright ideas cause I've been stripped of filament

It's all head first on a steam ship

Blue waters press upon the viewers

Seeming scenic

I'm giving ten to one odds

That somebody resists

But the odds are now doubled

Cause nobody exists