Fast Forward Slow

Fast Forward Slow By TD I ain’t in the show, just got the memories that only I know, Nothing’s fucking changed. Everything just stuck and on fast forward slow. Man, bet you don’t know. Not enough of this, not enough of that. That’s what I hear people say all day. But shit, look where I’m sat. Yeah, look where I’m at. Posted in my room all alone. With my feelings all stacked. Scrolling posts of people I used to know. See ‘ em lit up. Damn, so that’s where the tops at. Why can’t I get up? I look up from my phone. See the same empty, quiet house, 4 walls, 1 floor, 6 doors, and a ceiling I haven’t even tried reaching for. Cuz what for? Yeah, last time didn’t go nowhere so I ain’t checking the board. Then the next minute I’m bored. Now that’s something I can afford. Shit, look where I’m sat. Laying out the record. Posted in my room all alone. With my feelings all tracked. Sit wit ‘ em on my own. Just me, myself, and this phone. 23ish hour screen time I just hone in on. I’m up in my own zone. Scrolling posts of people I used to know. Look what they got to show. See that they lit up. Man, that shit blows. Shit, kinda fucked me up. Like, damn, so that’s how far I am from where the tops at. Used to sayin I ain’t need this, I don’t want all that. But then gotta sit all alone in the dark with the fact I’m starving and can’t find where the feeling is at. Yeah, with my feelings all stacked. Use pattern recognition as a weapon tho for some it kinda blows. Highs and lows, ups and downs, it all comes straight then back and around. Kinda weird but I ain’t mad at it. Musta got used to it. Guess it felt enough when nothing else could reduce past it. Believe me I’d know. Yeah, cuz look where I’m at. Posted in my room all alone. With my feelings all old punchin like they fresh outta the pack. Scrolling through posts of people I used to know. Hatin that I’m stuck outside of the show. So I’m watchin on the low. See ‘ em lit up like bro. Feel that familiarity that’s my memory I personally know.