AllForUs

we 
We don’t talk now
this
This could conquer us

We don’t talk now
this

We don’t talk now
This is all for us
It’s fates hand
Make the rain man fall in love
but we don’t talk now
this is all for us
this is all for us
this is all for us

[I wrote this chorus to capture emotion. The words mean less than the feelings they represent: powerlessness and profound sadness.]

i’m just gonn sayt no brita [No filter.]
had her ponytailin to SZA [Ponytailin’ = Puttin her hair in a ponytail before bl***** me]
i been growin careless
I admit it
I think it might damage my image
i think i might crash in a minute
i be goin fast when i’m in it
these cars, these broads [Even saying “broads” might tarnish my image. This is my recklessness on display]
get a bag gon spend it
keep sights locked
man, my eyes on the target [I’m focused]

didn’t you know that the lost boy
slowly turn into the lost man [It’s still the same lost little boy at the core. We cool now, integrating into a man with purpose and direction. But the lost boy doesn’t magically figure it out; this knowledge can’t be taken for granted. This is the process]
and i ain’t talkin bout Peter Pan
nah i ain’t talkin bout peter pan [I mean me.]

didn’t you know that the lost boy
slowly turn into the lost man

how we get left in a world 
so cold
I can feel the thorns
They say love is a rose [Now that I’ve gone through it, the beautiful and dangerous rose as a symbol for love is all the more apt.]
I can’t stay here
I can’t even stay here [Yeah there’s a lot of dark memories here and a lingering feeling of otherness. I’m itching to leave, seriously. I’ve been thoroughly disenchanted.]

We don’t talk now
This is all for us
It’s fates hand
Make the rain man fall in love
but we don’t talk now
this is all for us
this is all for us
this is all for us

We don’t talk now
This is all for us
It’s fates hand
Make the rain man fall in love
but we don’t talk now
this is all for us
this is all for us
this is all for us

we don’t talk now
guess it’s stuck now uh huh
cause it’s up now uh huh
cause it’s up now uh huh

[If it’s up, then it’s stuck. It’s up = It’s over]

we don’t talk now
guess it’s stuck now uh huh
cause it’s up now uh huh
cause it’s up now uh huh

[All that time together, and now we don’t even talk. “This could conquer us” represents that last vestige of hope I held on to; it’s like the transition away from naive into the reality of the situation. There is no “could.” There isn’t even an “us” anymore.]