[Refrain: Sammy]
I can see
I can see now!
The visions
Divisions
The visions
[Pre-Verse 1: Sammy]
So here they go
Too fast with this bullshit as the clarity will show me
The severity it holds, repeating it like a parrot
Every gimmick in this album like a mothafucking carrot
It's too long, it's orange and it makes me sick
This fake emotion and trauma dumping can suck my dick
Still does the job, though, so... Okay!
[Verse 1: Sammy, Michael, Sammy & Michael]
The transition from depression to acceptance
The last few seconds of misery and dependence
That is until, a message made me freeze still
Got me looking at it differеnt like a fish without his gills
It goes
I really triеd to understand you
I really tried to stand you but we're hanging on a, strand
I feel like at first, maybe none of this was planned
But when I saw your complaint, I understood you had a hand in it
You took it all for granted the support that I was giving
I was trying to defend you and you act up unforgiving
I don't care what you want, and I don't care what you last saw
Sammy I hope you know that you just pulled out the last straw
Well don't respond like a bitch, I won't let you
I'm fucking blocking you forever, don't say a word kid
There you go!
That's Michael's message
Now I gotta figure how to deal with the wreckage
And already right now, I feel unchained
As if all of this time I was being mentally drained
I don't know why this change feels refreshing
I mean I do, kinda, in Garlic, I was addressing
Conscious of their weight on me, but oh gosh
It somewhat got me thinking was I acting too harsh? (harsh?)
[Verse 2: Sammy]
The ghosts say fuck the salad
Leave it alone, like you were never writing ballads
And indulge in the truth, dive into vacation days
Of Uncle Jack and Daisy swirling in the wretched mayonnaise
The more time passes, it gets tougher and stormy
Thorns on their head, but they ain't suffering for me
Growing distant from the ghosts like a pyrokynn from Adderall
Telling me that I don't gotta load the chamber after all
They do speak truth, but I must contest
That I feel like Nancy Roberts with 1974 regrets
The way he thinks of me as such, how could I dare forgive
Shivering water of the ending fucking up my narrative
This carrot isn't orange, it's yellow with blue rings
Around his eyes and his feelings but he's still ready for what it brings
Beside the carrot is a salad and they contrast very well
Cause one associates with vision and the other with my shell
I can see
[Refrain: Sammy]
I can see
I can see now
I can see now
I can see
The visions
Divisions (the visions!)
The visions
[Verse 3: Sammy]
But the more I look into the salad, I see the ghosts are right
Sensation of guilt, and a tiny bit of might
Then I see that it's a shame I couldn't feel this before
In a cage of self projecting as a vegetable whore
This carrot got me looking different
To septenary essence, from a dill vociferant, it's
Carrying anxiety relating of trauma
Necklaces of memories beside me from the drama
Yet I shouldn't rely on those
I've been held back for five years already
Instead of trying to define a
Coping method I should listen to the Ghosts of Carolina
I can see with carrot vision
Maybe it will do me better
Cause between the ugly truth and my friends
I'd rather be out in the cold with a sweater
So at long last I surrender, I consider their offer
All that Sammy really needs is that refreshing glass of water
The water I've been taken out of long ago? Long ago?
And I don't need the validation now
So I throw away this salad and don't dare to ask how
Between my friends and Uncle Jack I find myself upset
Five years later through grief, although sudden, I think that I accept!
