Sitcom - Still Life

What can only be found now? It 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 'Til I become a gravesite 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 'til I'm blue As if the notion to know shit 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 rearview 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