Helpless / Bloodlines, Pt. II (Sir Sly)

It ’s not that I’m lost, I know exactly where I am I’m in the middle of a mess that I don’t understand Why does it feel like the world’s stealing every single thing that I have? I only got the air in my chest and even that won’t last What do I do here? What’ll I do if I lose you? What do I do here? What’ll I do? I feel helpless I go home and I’m naked as the day I was born It ’s like a ghost town, empty save the windows and doors Why does it feel like the world’s stealing every single thing that I have? If even home don’t feel like home then I know it’s the end So what do I do here? What’ll I do if I lose you? What do I do here? What’ll I do? I feel helpless Everything I know is finally gone The things I had, the ones I love Again Again All the words that I had once believed I’m not sure we’ll ever meet again Again Waiting on your bloodlines Waiting on your bloodlines again How could you make me wait? Draw a picture with your bloodlines A picture with your bloodlines A thousand words then escape