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Things
02:18
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Well I don't believe in god and I don't believe in you
and I don't believe the things that I used to do
now I sit at home, and I think of little things
I think of being happy and it makes me want to sing
I hate the person I've become
I hate how crowded jersey is
I wanna be the chosen one
I wanna be more than this
I need to change where I am from
I'm sure I wont be missed
I miss when everything was fun
too young and dumb in this world of shit
In fear of who'll I'll be in twenty-seventeen, will I still have all of these god damn disbeliefs?
will I have a job? will I have a dream?
cause right now I am unemployed and have no self-esteem
could I have the motivation to have any aspirations?
in this life that's full of all these fucking fabrications
making allegations about my degeneration
in this songs that shows that I might need some medication
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Being Outside
04:32
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All these familiar faces make him question where his place is
there must be more than jersey (hey man!)
you gotta face it, that you're tired of being used, that you're tired of being true, that you're tired of being you
from getting scared and getting bruised, then he thinks on what to do
to be alone and confused about the world outside
On the outside looking in (you could tell that he's hollow deep within) from giving up and giving in ( to all those god damn temptations)
he calls a doctor and let's him in ( his head of complications)
and asks him why he's getting thin ( to ask him why he feels)
the only way to live is to get high, and to realize we are all just living to die
This thought lingers for awhile, but he has patience like a child
he gets distracted than fakes a smile, stares at ceilings for awhile
releasing feelings to the stars, then forgets who they are
and then forget who you are, the outside world is not that far
if you will try it won't be hard , the outside world is not that far
the outside world is not that far
Take off your mask and show your true self, like I always have
I am the one you saw standing in the shadows, when you looked back
you're I know I shouldn't be here, but from this year past
I will be who and what I always wanted
outside at last
outside at last
outside outlast , outside outlast, outside outlast, outside outlast, outside outlast, outside outlast, outside outlast
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No Hope
01:29
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I have to stop getting my hopes up
I have to stop believing these lies
you could tell by the look of your makeup
your heart was staying and your brain said goodbye
and there has just been too many times we thought our wrongs would turn into rights
yeah there has just been too many times we thought our wrongs would turn into rights
I need to take a minute, I need to take a minute just to sit right down
I need to take one hot minute, just to figure out what I'm going to do now
and the good times they never last, they say I have to stop living in the past
so when I live , I'm gonna live fast
oh I'm gonna live fast !
Forget what I became with you and learn to never get attached (4x)
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Do you wanna know the truth? Why I'm always so confused
Why I always feel the need to always talk to you
I never meant to be so rude , my strategy was always true
impulse was an insult to another good excuse
Oh please don't misconstrue, I'll still pretend to be the person you thought you once knew
He comes in confidently like he knows everybody but does he even know?
(His fear it surely shows)
He comes in confidently like he knows everybody but does even know himself?
(He doesn't know himself)
He comes in confidently like he knows everybody but he doesn't even know himself
(He doesn't even know)
He comes out looking empty like he saw something crazy cause he looks so wet and pale
(He knows his ship has sailed)
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