Clean Plates

[Intro]
Clean plates
No compost
We ate
Uh, uh
Hold on

[Verse]
Finally, I can wipe the sweat off my face
It's been a hell of a race but I reached the heavenly gates
The plate's clean, I've been eating off the dreams that I chase
But I'm awake like a speedboat's stealing the lake
Close the book filled with biblical imagery
And start a a new page ridden with cynical mystery
Both sides of my mind made up, no political intrigue
Canned myself, I was literally littering
Minerals in my living room sitting through
My miserable tangents and outlandish tantrums
"One day I'll be great" I said
They replied "Okay" and would just shake their heads
Now they bob them
Fishing for some compliments
Don't get hooked on that, you'll quickly hit martyrdom
Postpartum, conscience telling me to go harder
Late start, now we can see who's throwing stones farther
Abandoning commitments when they handed me a mission
Work for myself, lot's of damage when I'm listening to critics
Just a kid, some tell me that I'm gifted
But I was never present so it never made a difference
Used to imagine I was standing on a hill top
Life were just a peach, and college just a pit stop
Word cobbler, let the sauce drip off
First taller, tell them all to flip off
And the fit was so clean
Red shirt, Sketchers, sweatpants, the team
Marinara sauce stained on the T
Didn't matter, could've bled unseen
The best unstreamed, pencil lead to a dream
Lying in my bed repeating "Get to the dream"
Few hours later, few meds on the scene
Curtains, so I guess that's scene