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Hey, Dear Journal

by Rvsty

on Hey, Dear Journal (2018)

[Verse 1]
Hey, dear journal, how you been
Been a minute since I've looked at you within
I only read you when the tide is rushing in
And, when the fire burns infernal
Dear journal, how you been
I only grin when I'm happy with myself, or when it's necessary
Crack the spine and read the scratches of a happy february
When I wrote so simple and the style was my secondary
All I needed was the meat and nothing was a commentary

[Bridge]
Way back then I used to see myself and give me pardons
Superman and knights and the magic of being honest
Way back then I used to believe that some things were flawless
Now rose tint is only in my journal, yeah it haunts it

[Chorus]
Hey
Dear journal, how you been
Been a minute since I've looked at you within
I'm a different type of guy, yeah, it's been seven years
I might write for another seven or I might disappear
I reflect on every second I recorded
It's who I used to be
And all my brains memories distorted
Only my journal keeps

[Verse 2]
It intact, matter of fact
If I end up making something of myself - bring it back
And the crowd thick as black
Thats what I could keep fresh in my mind without a fucking plaque
Pages pass, eves amass
See the ages rolling past
Change is particles of glass
That are falling in times crevasse
Forgive my crass, a proper spaz
And analogys spewed en masse
Alas, my Gatsby private, never see it
Sorry, thats the facts
My almanac, my story rag
I pour emotions, thoughts, and daily rants, pats on the back
Mask on, mask off? future in the past, love
Never gonna open, Never gonna back out
Introverted mascot, never gonna slack off
Sights to see
Words that could always be
Far away
Is the me that could never reach

[Bridge]
Way back then I used to see myself and give me pardons
Superman and knights and the magic of being honest
Way back then I used to believe that some things were flawless
Now rose tint is only in my journal, yeah it haunts it

[Chorus]
Hey
Dear journal, how you been
Been a minute since I've looked at you within
I'm a different type of guy, yeah, it's been seven years
I might write for another seven or I might disappear
I reflect on every second I recorded
It's who I used to be
And all my brains memories distorted
Only my journal keeps

[Outro]
It intact, matter of fact
If I end up making something of myself - bring it back
And the crowd thick as black