1. |
the mourning song
04:10
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Verse 1:
Stuck in a straight jacket
White walls surrounding me
Tunnel vision just wondering
When I lost my mind
When did my family turn against me?
What did I do to deserve this?
Did they sew their own eyes shut?
Or was I never really good enough?
Chorus:
I wish on all the shooting stars
And the magic number combinations
To be everything that everyone expected
Verse 2:
I want to be a carbon copy
With no thoughts or needs or personality
Stamp a serial number on my head
And lead an uneventful life until I'm dead
It's past noon open my eyes
Why am I still in this shell?
Trying desperately to shed it
But everyone thinks I'll regret it
I want to be a monarch butterfly
And cocoon for a couple weeks
Safe in my blankets
So far away from the criticism
Bridge:
Don't want to change the world
Or be a martyr
Just wanna be alive
Don't want to go for a permanent swim off the Brooklyn bridge
No, I just wanna survive
The people that love you will do right by you
So you don't have to
Final Chorus
Wish on all the shooting stars
And the magic number combinations
To be everything that everyone expects you to be
Cuz I wish on the shooting stars
To identify with my reflection
So my mom can stop mourning me
And find a reason to wake up in the morning
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2. |
clarity
03:05
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Verse 1:
I gotta
Redbull and some Krispy Kreme
My apartment gave em out for free
But despite the sugar and caffeine
I'm floating away
A red balloon strapped to my arm
Drag me into a secret place
Where I can't feel my limbs
My head's all over the place
Chorus:
Why can't I
Find some clarity
Why can't I
Do things that's better for me
I contemplate
The worst sides of me
No matter what I do
I can't be free
Verse 2:
I gotta
Tattoo from an apprentice
I don't know if I even want this shit
But I'm not paying for a cover-up
So fuck it I guess
I barely feel happiness
In fact, I barely feel anything
This crushing numbness
Can only be cured for a minute by writing this song
Bridge:
Maybe it's burnout
Maybe it's finals week
Maybe it cuz I haven't had therapy in over 4 weeks
And it's hard to see the end
Cuz major depressive disorder's become my best friend
Final Chorus:
So I can't find that clarity
And I don't do what's best for me
I contemplate the worst sides of me
No matter what I do
I can't be free
No matter what I do
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3. |
wet blanket
03:31
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Verse 1:
I'm
Wearing things that don't feel great
Eating shit to near my fate
Times are changing every day
But not fast enough for my taste
Lame ass folks will give me shit
Assholes ruin all of it
Next time I'll just stay in bed
Kick-off my worn sneakers
Every day is another day
To realize its that's wrong
Call me a pessimist if you must
Cuz you wouldn't be wrong
I'm a wet blanket
I know it
That's why I wrote this song
Verse 2:
Rose-colored glasses
I'll smash them on the curb
Give me the darkest shades you got
So I can't see the future
The more I tend to see
The more I realize the faults
The cracks in the concrete
I wish they'd gobble me up
Chorus:
Every day is another day to realize all that's wrong
Call me a pessimist if you must
Cuz you wouldn't be wrong
I'm a wet blanket
I know it
That's why I wrote this song
Bridge:
You can't fault me for seeing things as they are
You're just mad at me cuz you want to see the stars (Amidst all the light pollution)
Don't shoot the messenger
Cuz it's all fucked
Final Chorus:
Every day is another day to realize it's all wrong
Call me a pessimist if you must
Cuz you wouldn't be wrong
I'm a wet blanket
I know it
That's why I wrote this song
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Love Hard. Fight Harder.
Brooklyn, NY
Queercore/Pretty Grrrl Punk
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