I think you’ll notice when things become different, the good vibes in our lives won’t feel so consistent. And less becomes more cause the weight is too heavy. I swim in the water that’s breaking your levy. The way that you left me is alright, it’s alright. If I argue the point than we yell and we fight and I won’t be home for the rest of the night. You might hate my words but you know that I’m right. You know that I’m right. This is your life there’s no way to run from it. The doubt in your brain or the pain in your stomach. I only have but one complaint at the moment. Don’t paint me black when I used to be golden.