Alden Groves - Twenty4

Alden Groves24 years running from my face and I’m
Still in the mirror when I’m shaving it
I got my fears but I’m facing ‘em
Even though they’re still weird I’m embracing ‘em

Some days the ego disappears—I’m cold-casing it
Other days I feel like a god and hold faith in it
Other days I wish I would rot—there no shame in it
This is just the spectrum of thought—don’t be afraid of it

I don’t want death any longer—I wanna wait a bit
Every depth made me stronger—that’s the funny bit
From the depths of the sonder—I have summoned it
I could be an empty imposter but where’s the fun in it

While I wither and wander I am one with it
Would you watch it and wonder what I’m working with?
I’m proposing a purpose perfectly purposeless
Permanently perched upon the perseverant precipice

[chorus]
All right, all rise, I’ll wade
Twenty four more steps closer to the grave
Oh I’ll fall—I’ll run
Twenty four more steps closer to the sun

[verse]
I was born to be balked at and hated it
I was worn to the bone—that’s the crazy bit
It took more than just heart but now I’m making it
I was torn from my home to come to face with it

I was cold and alone and shooting H and then
From the coma I woke and knew today was it
In a moment I rose to move away from it
It’s in those moments we grow

[chorus]
All right, all rise, I’ll wade
Twenty four more steps closer to the grave
Oh I’ll fall—I’ll run
Twenty four more steps closer to the sun

You don’t even know the half of it
You don’t even know the half of it
You don’t even know the half of it
You don’t even know

[verse]
It isn’t about
Figuring anything out
Anything we’ve written down
All of it’s fiction I’ve found
All of the friction is fizzling out
I going mad-lib gimme a noun
Gimme the sadness gimme the clout
Gimme the facts I’ll simmer them down
Give you a hat-trick—tripling down

Down—fixing to sip from the fountain
I’m feeling a bit like a mountain
There’s sympathy mounting and something as simple
As sitting is fuckin’ medicinal down to the physical
Cynicism hasn’t ever been wisdom
And sinners have never been simpletons
Never forget what you’re feeling
I get what you’re feeling
I know that this shit is ridiculous

[chorus]
All right, all rise, I’ll wade
Twenty four more steps closer to the grave
Oh I’ll fall—I’ll run
Twenty four more steps closer to the sun