Sometimes

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First Verse:

Sometimes, we just search for sanctuary. (And we might find it)
Sometimes, we just end up in the obituary. (Nobody reads it)
Sometimes, we live minute by minute. (But we forget about the seconds)
Sometimes, we don't know where to shoot. (A shot in the dark)
In the end that is sometimes not all the time, just thinking that way makes everything sour like a lime and gross as crawling through the grime.
Sometimes we just need to speak our mind and vent the everyday frustrations because our expectations on communications were greater than what civilizations can handle.
We can't even hold up a candle to see what the vandal is doing as a scandal.
We have a lot of hardships like we got to gamble a couple chips and take a couple dips because we made a bad bet.
But come on, you haven't won yet but don't worry there is a safety net set to catch you when you lost.
Sometimes we hang our head down low not seeing what we done when we just begun, we only got one run to make things shine brighter than the sun, yeah that is not how we see it sometimes but you know what, doing certain things blind yield better results than originally thought, literally not instantly.

Chorus:

Yeah sometimes, we got to go with the flow.
Sometimes, we need people to go away before we blow.
Sometimes, we got to live slow.
Sometimes, we wish we could fly like a crow.

Yeah sometimes means a lot, but we aren't some robot thinking statistically when the next fish would be caught.
Honestly we take more than what we can chew, but we knew when we threw the idea out there.
That is the sad truth when you are too proud that it might have a storm cloud shroud reasoning.
But sometimes that is the seasoning to life, spicing things up by secreting whatever is poisoning or sweetening.
I guess sometimes.

Second Voice:

I could say I am monotone, but like my voice, I am always in the zone and prone to be alone.
But sometimes I stand strong like stone against the gales that might bring hail from hell, but who can really tell where it exactly blown from.
I believe people can too if they put their heart in it, but that is sometimes, sometimes we need to learn when to leave and relieve the stress.
Life is a mess after a tornado that is the random chance of things happening, but I digress, we think that way when there is little room for success unless we try out best.
We just need to try our best and not worry about the rest, as our resolve will be the answers to the test, with pesky uncertainties being a pest.
Sometimes things are different than what we think, a guy can cry, a friend can lie, but in the end we all die.
What I am trying to say is that we need to not focus on sometimes as it is an uncertainty with a different quantity of self doubt that is killing you personally.
We are alive till we die, you can't argue with that, that is why wasting time now worrying is just hurrying the murdering of the good times.

Chorus:

Yeah sometimes, we got to go with the flow.
Sometimes, we need people to go away before we blow.
Sometimes, we got to live slow.
Sometimes, we wish we could fly like a crow.

Yeah sometimes means a lot, but we aren't some robot thinking statistically when the next fish would be caught.
Honestly we take more than what we can chew, but we knew when we threw the idea out there.
That is the sad truth when you are too proud that it might have a storm cloud shroud reasoning.
But sometimes that is the seasoning to life, spicing things up by secreting whatever is poisoning or sweetening.
I guess sometimes.

Yeah sometimes, we got to go with the flow.
Sometimes, we need people to go away before we blow.
Sometimes, we got to live slow.
Sometimes, we wish we could fly like a crow.

Yeah sometimes means a lot, but we aren't some robot thinking statistically when the next fish would be caught.
Honestly we take more than what we can chew, but we knew when we threw the idea out there.
That is the sad truth when you are too proud that it might have a storm cloud shroud reasoning.
But sometimes that is the seasoning to life, spicing things up by secreting whatever is poisoning or sweetening.
I guess sometimes we got to do something than nothing.

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