[Chorus]Why can't it be more simple?We never learned the wayHow can it be more simple?I live and learn to let it work[Verse 1: Seth Sentry]The other night I had a dream that you apologisedAnd you became honesty personifiedI hadn't seen you in the longest timeSo I just woke up and started writing what was on my mindI wrote five different versions of my versesTrying to make the shit all perfect and it got less and less acerbicStarted trying to reword itI got nervous you'd be hurt when you heard itTill I scrapped it cause I wondered if it's worth itThen I thought, "well, fuck you"Yeah, and fuck you from each one of yours sons tooRemember when I tried to visitAnd you just told me you were busy?Like you don't really ever miss me after ten yearsWell, sincerely fuck youI'm tired of feeling terribleTired of tiptoeing over sugar coated eggshellsI'm tired of holding this grudge like a family heirloomI'm tired of feeling unloved and I just want to rest now[Chorus]Why can't it be more simple?We never learned the wayHow can it be more simple?I live and learn to let it work[Verse 2: Seth Sentry]I've never talked about you much beforeCause I avoid it, it always feels uncomfortableThat's why I try to keep you as a passing thoughtCause if I hold on I get dragged into the past with allThe memories I have of getting slapped around in that apartmentAfter you and mum divorced you've got a lot to answer forWhat did you tell nana afterwardsWhile you were stealing moneyOut the birthday cards she passed on for usYou could at least passed the cards on I meanWould have been nice to hear from someoneFrom your side of the family for once but nothing ever cameI'm tryna get you out my head againAnd all this stuff that I was scared to sayI made an album that you never played, you told me thatSo when my friends told me I should let this waitI told 'em, "fuck it, he ain't gonna listen to this anyway"[Chorus]Why can't it be more simple?We never learned the wayHow can it be more simple?I live and learn to let it work[Verse 3: Seth Sentry]We used to watch you and your friends in a bandEvery second weekend we'd hang out when you would jamYou told me I should say thanks for the genetics I haveCause it lead me to rap like you wanna take the credit for thatWell, fine, but why end it at rap?Like how about thanks for that depression I had?Or what about the head full of anger the temper I have?Could burn bridges to ashesSo I burnt weed cause it kept me from snappingKetamine, Xanax, x or the acid, whatever those tabletsAre in your medicine cabinet gimme the packetAnything that could stop me acting edgy and anxiousEverything back then feels like a bunch of memory fragmentsSo take the credit for that shit, if you want it's all yoursYou ignored me all my lifeBut I don't blame you anymore besidesThe other night I had a dream that you apologised
