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Random thoughts seem to come almost every week
Think about when we die will sabotage your sleep
Drink away, temporary never feels the same
Hangovers always seem to add to the weight.
It hard as hell, when it targeting your sense of self, takes its toll upon my mental health.
Well
I guess the dramas coming yeah I guess the dramas coming
And I see the limit, and I can’t believe it but oh god it’s stressing me out.
And the worst case endeavour ain’t considered clever
When all I do scream and shout.
And I see the limit and I can’t believe it, and oh god it’s stressing me out.
And I try to ignore it but I just restore it to glory every goddamn year!
9-5, make mistakes and almost lose your job.
Retaliate, what the hell were you thinking of?!
Well I wasn’t thinking straight,
depression comes from all the things I hate.
Make amends but always just too late
Oh well
I guess there’s no solution, voluntary execution
And I see the limit, and I can’t believe it but oh god it’s stressing me out.
And the worst case endeavour ain’t considered clever
When all I do scream and shout.
And I see the limit and I can’t believe it, and oh god it’s stressing me out.
And I try to ignore it but I just restore it to glory every goddamn year!
You’ve been stressing out, but I got some advice
Stop feeling so down.
Well thank you genius, didn’t think you took it serious, probably thought I was delirious.
All for
An easy explanation to get better medication
And I see the limit, and I can’t believe it but oh god it’s stressing me out.
And the worst case endeavour ain’t considered clever
When all I do scream and shout.
And I see the limit and I can’t believe it, and oh god it’s stressing me out.
So I try to restore me but can I improve me at all?
Yeah the worst that you can say is say is your better off alone!
No no no no no no no no!
Alone!
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Town was two below freezing
You were dressed for July
Made a frame with your fingers and took a picture with your eyes
No time for second guessing
As we both jumped the gate
Took a sobering breath in and held it for a count of eight
Last I heard, you were leaving
For somewhere down by the coast
Someone said you’d been seen in some indie music video
Now I can’t pass your parents’
Without my mind playing tricks
I catch myself counting seconds whilst trying to make the image stick
Oh my god, who’s casting that silhouette on the drive?
Foot down as fast as I can before I figure out it’s yours
Can’t untrace these lines
Yeah, we are untethered
It’s better
I swear
Not out of mind but out of sight
Had the world at your fingertips
Embraced the doubt as it lingered in
You were built for much bigger things
Believe it
In the right kind of light you could be iridescent, effervescent, something to sing about
Something more than this fucking town
You’ve been holding it in now let it out
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Spewing rhetoric & rage onto a page that doesn't care,
If I've ever been right here or if I'm ever really there,
And I've been staring at the ceiling longer than I've been asleep,
And I've been faking every feeling that I've felt the last few weeks,
And I'm so sorry for that.
Like when I smile, I'm not smiling, I'm merely bending my lips,
For a girl that doesn't love me anymore the way she did.
But, it's not that I don't feel happy 'cause I'm not feeling at all.
I guess I'm getting good at acting like I do each time she calls.
And I can't get a hold...
Doctor, Please!
Just another week, I swear it's what I need to help me,
Stop & see just what I've become,
'Cause I'm not having fun,
I need to fight the urge to run home.
Listing every single blessing with so much room left to spare,
And my mum says "You've still got your health" but she isn't aware,
That I've been falling victim to a curse that's been making me ill,
And I've been fighting for my life with panic & prescription pills.
My brother tells me it's all in my head "just get a grip"
Well, I've been hanging on the last few years and never let it slip.
So, as the sunlight hit my eyes I hid away to find the dark,
And as I laid alone in our old bed it's clear, I went to parts
Doctor, Please!
Just another week, I swear it's what I need to help me,
Stop & see just what I've become,
'Cause I'm not having fun,
I need to fight the urge to run home.
'Cause I've spent too much time here like this,
So just give me something small
Give me anything at all
Four days, I paced the rooms just waiting for the week to end,
Ignoring calls from all my family, my job & even friends,
And on the Friday night I had to say "I haven't been myself",
And when I did, she turned to look at me and said that she could tell
Doctor, Please!
I appreciate the help but nothing's changed & well, now I am
On my knees,
I don't mean to over-act,
But I don't think you understand.
And I don't want to end up back alone.
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