I Don't See It Lyrics - Crimson Cord - Propaganda

It took us so long to get here 

But here really ain't that special, was it all worth it? 

Was it all you hoped for and wished for? 

And I remember the daydreams of a pre-teen boy on Grandmama's porch 

Motley crew of ashy knee colored boys yelling "That's my car!" when the nice ones rolled by 

Bathing in that summer afternoon sunset 

Heads flat on the concrete, eyes straight into the sky 

As to drown out the smog and drug transactions we were obviously surrounded by 

One day, I'mma make it, but what is "it"? Objects? Things? 

And it's all to realize that "calm", it really ain't that calm 

And the struggle is much more enjoyable when the end ain't clutched 

Like the moment you realize you're consumed with first-world problems 

I guess that means you made it 

But it's eerie how uncomfortable it is when we get too comfortable 

When they close in all the curtains to convince you that it's night time 

Don't believe 'em, don't believe 'em 

And when they tell you it's a must-have and you can't live without it 

Listen you don't need it, you don't need it 

And when they tell you sweet this and only this is beautiful 

Tell 'em I don't see it, I don't see it 

Don't believe 'em, you don't need it, I don't see it 

I don't see it 

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It's kinda like that notion that if you accept these set of notions 

Then your soul's premium's secure, right? 

And you're searching for new mountains to climb as if you conquered the first one 

You ain't done, you just comfy! 

And it seems like your soul's tenacity been done moved to the suburbs 

And them neatly aligned trees and perfectly manicured lawns 

And them safe schools and parks is a good place to raise a beer belly, right? 

And them identical strip malls on every corner of your mind can feel a little cluster-phobic, right? 

And it's there, you realize that there is no "there" 

Cause this type of perfect, boy it just ain't worth it 

Don't you dare close them curtains, it ain't night time 

And you don't need another object 

And that right there is not beauty 

Homie, it's eerie how uncomfortable it is when we get too comfortable 

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