Goryeo Celadon - Kim Tae Hwan & Park Sejun

I procrastinate more Just to pass the days forward If I don't have to wake up in bed an acid rain pour And that's fantastic stay poor But all the passes paid for So I don't ask, I run up fast, and find a pack to make more This fast-paced world brought the tortoise to its knees Just to put my worlds to ease I miss the forest for the trees When it gets slow I don't believe there's anything left pulling me So I just need to build a lever if it's fooling you it's fooling me I'm fully dueling who you see When you first are new to me So gimme a moment to reflect and I'll get better usually But that's not the point of your presence I need to know that there's more, I keep on learning this lesson I need to grow But still, I seek the same roads Sometimes the answers in me aren't the ones that's best to know Sometimes the radar jams and I can't exit on my own Sometimes I need a plan it's back to X's and the O's What you mean, what's the deal, what you talking bout? The little details tend to send me sideways Every step that we had took turned to walk-arounds Sometimes I worry that I'm just another migraine I put my best foot forward in the swampland I think my attitude's what's fucking up the muck She say she wanna have fun, on the one hand She look at me I think I'm sucking all that up I put my pride on a pedestal; it's pedal to the metal What you want and what I got about a mile from the vessel I ain't Mr. Fantastic, I'm stretched too thin Pressed my sticks to the boards and still let you win You watched me grow from out the vines and never cut me when I stuck you I hope I never see the day those "love me"s turn to "fuck you"s Jotting notes down, low down dirty you should've heard me I been too sleep, waking up late and jugging early It's some itty-bitty rain drops Drown me in the broad day Guess I left my strings out Play me like it's Broadway You love me through my shortcomings I fuck with you the long way I fumbled through the metrics trying to measure where your gods stay I start my day by carving it out of the hardest clay Trying my darndest, aiming to reconstruct the shape But since it hardens way to promptly, I disregard the detail Instead concentrating on getting it roughly okay There's a fine line between acceptable and not Therefore I counteract my failures with embellishment a lot But when the ruse succeeds, they tell me "cherish what I've got" So I can't help it but feel helpless, must confess I'm at a loss I need to find a better hobby Than lying to myself it never calms me My smiling face these days closer resembling a zombie's Me running from my pain seems to inevitably harm me Perhaps I've been neglectful of specifics and particulars Allowing my subconscious mind to conceal that which triggers hurt, word I'm putting on my dancing shoes today I'll meet you in the details and out-dance you once we face