Mineshaft

The list of things I used to be is longer than the list of things I am

Ex-lover, ex-friend

Ex-communicated atheist and an ex-patriot

Living in the heartland

Living on the small chance

Luck would save the last dance

For an underrated writer, overrated rapper

Undecided major on an unrelated matter

One day I'd like to say what all the tug-o'-war was for

More than slack rope, more than sun stroke

Them rum soaked in sad jokes at rap shows

Some folks know how slow that trap closes

Prose is closest I've ever been to feeling like I found it

I'm not a writer I just drink a lot about it

If diamonds are a girl's best friend

Then you can share a fine laugh

And you can send me back to the bottom of the mineshaft

I've been here before and I know where it goes

It goes down

Snow falls fast and thin

Angels ash Virginia Slims

And if we've come a long way then I suspect it's sideways, further from our origin

No closer to our destination

I'm bad with names, shit, I'm bad with faces

I'm bad with bills and little kids and well-lit places

I'm beginning to write like Anna Karenina, give me a minute, a mic

A little to like, get rid of the spite, a bit of the pride to fight

You tried, you're right fried (you're live on all lines)

You're tired, you're fired

You're inside of the lie

It's a brilliant design

It's like, "Just act surprised"

I lost some money on the weighted dice

I lost an octave to the Camel Lights

And when I lost you, I lost some good love and a hand to bite

I've been here before and I know where it goes

It goes down

The plans that we made and the bills and the planes over downtown