[Verse 1]
You can’t walk away from others anymore if you want to
You can never leave, you can never come back
Exiting a person could be easy as that
Occupying digital space is overrated
All our declarative memories are skewed and overstated
They’re just feelings, not facts
I give up
I give up
It’s silly
Decorate my favourite corner of my brain with a clasp
Find some room for surrender in every inch of the darkness
Nostalgia is my enemy, nothing shall pass
Even though everything passes whether I like it or nah
Everything sticks to me like hydrogen will fix in a star
Before it empties itself
There is no perfect future
Yet I envy the struggle, and so I struggle with self
It’s strange
My cacophony of sin rings louder with each dream
I DM an ex-friend, apologise for pain
Said ‘medication helps, but everything is the same
‘til you and I speak in person, nothing will really change’
Catastrophe never feels too distant
Always want to feel empty
Always want to feel plenty
Never want to feel fullish
[Chorus]
Feast on my pair of eyes
Harsh as my palms be
Drip on the car seat
Feefh, you in paradise
Oh so you comfortable?
Liar, you lap up the calamine
Dreams of pissed off instead of fine
Know that locality feels like the starship enterprise
[Verse 2]
My budget for sadness is enormous, artificially bloated
I love to coax me into hopeless, still
I frighten of the force that could keep me focused
Cause its grip is tighter than a corset in Hocus Pocus
Love affairs with disappearing into the ether are on sabbatical
Or maybe they are ultra-ferocious?
I can’t tell
Can’t think in straight lines
I thought I loathed linearity, it’s strange
Intention, execution and outcome are laborious
The grapevine’s a self-help section at a Waterstones
Skimmed for a quote-fest
Rather take a knife to my coronary arteries
Than cheese in the woke-fest
Used to be invested in failure – I still am
So what if I’m better at doing things in the morning?
Will practicality help to rule out distortion?
[Bridge]
Love to burn some bridges
Love to cut some cords
Love to hurt my feelings
Love to torch my thoughts
Give me free acidic
Cause this peace is sick
Middle finger to the rules like I’m Phillip or Charles
Middle finger to the rules like I’m Phillip or Charles
Middle finger to the rules like I’m Elon Mars
[Chorus]
Feast on my pair of eyes
Harsh as my palms be
Flick on the car seat
Feefh, you in paradise
Oh so you comfortable?
Liar, you lap up the calamine
Dreams of distortion instead of fine
Know that locality feels like the starship enterprise
[Verse 3]
I hear that Simon Armitage writes poems about Drake
I hear that David Lynch lives in a gym to keep in shape
How does Wendy Cope without Guinness at 8?
Would you rather learn to lucid dream
Or work on your life while you’re awake?
My sister’s purple scooter got left at the mall
I keep eating baklava IRL, I took 12 from Ali’s mum
I guess I’m staying alive for season 4 of Twin Peaks
It's peak