Still Life - Sitcom

Composed by：Jacob Andrew Lazovick

What can only be found now

Did you find it

Do you see it

It can only be found now

As if as if staring at a gravesite

'Till I become a grave sightsite

Would it make me a still life

As if I knew what I knew

But I don't so I do what I do

So I go with the flow 'till I'm blue

As if the notion to know s**t

Could save no one from nothing

As if I make space saved for placelessness

And be pasted into my peaceful bliss

As if I'm displaced in this place

Is it this face

Within this grin

As if

How 'bout that

How 'bout that

I'll walk into the landscape

I won't come back

How 'bout that

How 'bout that

I'll walk into away

How 'bout

How 'bout

I walk into the distance

Until I become the distance

Would it make me the distance

How 'bout

The still life with old shoes holds truth

Deep in a blue mood with hues of gold sun views

It's the rear view and the real you that haunt you

Even here too real soon

I'll walk away into a way of being

Be it I meant to mean it

Reaching for meaning

But I'll wake up

I'm still Jacob

With still life and self-love

How 'bout

How 'bout that

How 'bout that

I'll walk into the landscape

I won't come back

How 'bout that

How 'bout that

I'll walk into away

How 'bout that

How 'bout that

How 'bout that

How 'bout that

How 'bout that

How 'bout that