Matt

Rooster Season

Yeah.

Same apartment. Same air.

Funny what you find when you clean up for somebody.

I was stackin’ boxes tryna help him keep his life straight,

Put his clothes in order, tryin’ to make it feel light weight,

Then I found my old hammer under folded up jeans,

Had me paused for a second like I couldn’t believe what I seen.

Every tote I opened had a piece of my stuff,

Shoes from the kitchen, tools wrapped up in dust,

My girl clothes mixed in with his pile by the door,

Now the room feel colder than it did before.

It ain’t about the value, it’s the way that it played,

Little moves in the dark while we was livin’ day to day,

Same rooms, same walls, same air we breathe,

Whole time he was takin’ without even askin’ me.

I was tryna save his shit,

Whole time he was raidin’ mine, little bit by bit,

Now the room feel cold and the air taste fake,

Hard learnin’ your dog was always a snake, ready to take.

I was tryna save his shit,

Whole time he was raidin’ mine, little bit by bit,

Same apartment, but it don’t feel the same,

Trust get thin when you see it in plain frame.

Could’ve asked for a tool, I’d have handed it over,

That’s what makes it heavier every time I look closer,

We was livin’ too tight for that kind of game,

Now every memory got a little stain on the name.

I was packin’ up boxes tryin’ to do him a favor,

While the truth kept stackin’ up like paper on paper,

It ain’t no loud drama, it’s a quiet kind of burn,

When you realize loyalty ain’t always returned.

Now I’m sittin’ in the space that we used to share,

Lookin’ at the floor like I don’t belong there,

It’s just facts in the air, no need for a scene,

Sometimes the truth hurt worse than it seem.

I was tryna save his shit,

Whole time he was raidin’ mine, little bit by bit,

Now the room feel cold and the air taste fake,

Hard learnin’ your dog was always a snake, ready to take.

Same apartment.

Same air.

Different trust.

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