I won't be surprised
But you won't find me ready
I've kept no recollection
Cardinal sin that condemns me
No memory of redemption
Forgiveness can never be vouched
Haven't separated from the shadows
Easy to paint, but somehow too loud
I won't be surprised
But you won't find me fighting
You'll trampoline off my dead leaves
Landing where your placenta was dying
My tree looks different
The cells will still have to uproot
My estranged sap will drip then
Flush out my dried fruit
You're right next to winning
Drop it all for some shine
Unoriginiality your only sinning
Don't reflect on your time
Don't be distracted
I won't be surprised