Can’t quite keep it hid
don’t wanna keep it in
gotta run
gotta jog these wretched chains outta here
who wants somebody, with shackles out the wazoo
who wants somebody, stuck inside like you
I don’t wanna
I would really rather not
rather keep it the way it is
but the way it is
is dishonest and emotionally invalid
I’m sorry that you don’t love me
the way i love me
so its time to do something
not anything
but enough to quantify some results
You destroyed me, you encouraged all the wrong and i miss me being right
you ensnared me into thinking i was only just your plus one
to sit on a bench somewhere, and talk about everything
when i’m so much more, than anything you ever loved
i’m not my best me when you’re dragging me down
i’m not enough of myself around you
i’m too much of whatever you want me to be
I’m not angry with you
rather quite the opposite
I love you too much to be stuck with an inferior me
i wanna write songs again
i wanna love uninhibited
but it bites me in the butt when i lose you
the memory of us goes a million different ways
the final goodbye
a release of dopamine
and then i’m back in the moment again
and i don’t wanna cry over you yet again
but yet here i am
Can we be better than this
can we crush our old dreams
can we do something greater than pleasing our only one need
can we question the normal, and still stay along
can we quit pretending that its all okay
So many songs, all say the same distain
how they wanna love fun fancy free, but thats not you and me
so much escaping, but running from shadows cast long ago
every single measure of every beat, issues us into a state of okay
i guess everyone else just doesn’t love what we have in idea
all this to say
i don’t wanna take you away; from the rest of your life
and i don’t wanna let you stay; in this decrepit state of self hate
i tried my best, i swear i did
but my best on any day
can change, like the current of a great sea, motion in motion, stillness in the move is what they want
but i can’t give that, not with all this bullshit in the way
on top of every mountain, a view of the habitat with some parallax. a vantage of below
yet along the way, every step made, a longing for the way down.
like a poster proclaim, information on where and when and why
babe i’ve been neglected and passed by
yesterday’s bakery, nothing left, but half hard pastry
no good for anyones dollar
i hollar
i proclaim, i wanna be with you honest
so i try to reach out, and drown in a sea of cold shoulders to cry on
no life raft to catch whats already 20 below
nothing but the sound
the sound of bubbles and distortion, no treble just bass and scooped mids
i don’t wanna go back
i don’t wanna be there
when everything was falling
apart from the rest of me
every time i feel that way
it makes me feel a way
and i can feel it away