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Alright
02:41
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Is it morning or night
My limbs feel boneless
But the sky looks alright
The kind of blue fit for loneliness
There are mice behind my eyes
Make me feel kind of electric
And they fight with noses high
Can’t knock each other out and I feel like shit
Oh
I think fresh air is a conduit
For thoughts to flow freely
But I, I live in Los Angeles
And this smog just leaves me heaving
Am I doing alright
Well my body’s free falling
And my head is a stratus at night
At least I’ll get a day off if I stay spiraling
Oh I think fresh air is a conduit
For thoughts to flow freely
But I, I live in Los Angeles
And this smog just leaves me heaving
Oh I think chaos is a catalyst
For the change we’d rather spare
And I, I wonder if I’ll ever realize
That it’s okay to land there
Guess I’m doing alright
Just a tape rewinding
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I keep worrying about the people I love dying
And I call them to make sure they’re still here
And I wonder about how good love must be for us
If it’s worth the pain left when it disappears
I wonder if I’ll be okay on my own
Will I fall in love with anyone
Maybe myself, no
And I guess that’s a goal to reach for
And I guess I’ll think about the present
And I guess I’ll stop writing stories about
Things that haven’t happened yet
And I know that I could stop it
But I’m already mid-dive
And this water’s getting darker
It’ll be alright
And I’m not sure if I passed my exit
I’ve picked all my nails’ polish ’til they’re bare
And I sit there thinking I wish I could do that to my body
Maybe start to feel like I’m really here
I wonder if I’ll be okay on my own
Will I fall in love with anyone
Maybe myself, no
And I guess that’s a goal to reach for
And I guess I’ll think about the present
And I guess I’ll stop writing stories about
Things that haven’t happened yet
And I know that I could stop it
But I’m already mid-dive
And this water’s getting darker
It’ll be alright
And I guess I could be happier than I am
And I guess that I could live on the ground
And I know that I shouldn’t even think about it
But I guess that I’d be fine without you around
‘Cause I think I’m getting harder
Maybe I’m just hoping it’s true
Cause I don’t wanna lose me
And I don’t wanna lose you
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3. |
More Bearable
03:40
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He won’t call me back
I didn’t want his attention anyway
It was some kinda sick fascination with being swept away
No it’s not a good look darling, don’t I know it
The windows are rolled all the way down
We’re pulling into the driveway
Yeah, we’re in the backyard now
‘Cause sometimes life gets a little messy
But some folks make it unquestionably
More bearable
I’m curled up with the family dog
I mean your family dog
And I’m feeling a little more alive, yeah
I’m feeling a little better after all
Like the way we figured it out
Nothing I do’s gotta mean something now
We’re running circles round our damned heads
Wondering why nothing makes sense
But at least I got you to hand the baton to
Talking ‘bout sports like it’s a thing that I did as a kid
But I never did
I only took some art classes but left ‘cause the teacher scared me shitless
I don’t run from things like I used to
Well, not everything anyway
I changed a lot in the past few years
and I keep on changing
And it’s getting a little harder to remember how to talk about myself
to all the folks who keep on asking
Now I’m sitting here singing like someone wants to hear me talk about me
And I know it’s not true
I should probably find a therapist to help get me through
Always seems too tough
Sure I have my mom but I don’t want to exhaust that line
Plus I’m pretty sure I’m getting cancer from using speaker phone in my car all the damn time
But sometimes life gets a little messy
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4. |
Enough
04:11
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Is a taste ever really enough
You linger on my tongue and the jagged limbs you held with care
And you said those things with the passion of a boy who means it
And I thought that I liked you there
Well every single thing I write it ends in an ellipsis
And I hate those
But my ankle’s about to break
From stopping this damn door from shutting closed
So I’ll write about you instead
And I’ll try to stop at one
But some things just won’t quit
My mind goes over it
Over and over again ’til I realize
It’s only happening in my head
And I can’t sit you down to explain
The cruel ways my mind begs me to follow
A heart that keeps dropping dead
An abacus of pains, painted all over
In different shades of red
And I’m trying to understand how
Fleeting feeling can still be truth
Yeah I’m not sure when I started believe that
Permanence is its only proof
Well here I am talking like someone else is moving in and moving you out
And you dropping lower on the rope I use to bind myself to my doubts
Means, I wouldn’t give you my arms if you needed them
Cause I probably would
And I think I’d still be wishing I had yours around me for good
So I’ll write about you instead
And I’ll try to stop the pen
But some things just won’t quit
My mind goes over it
Over and over again ’til I realize
It’s only happening in my head
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5. |
Sorry I'm a Hugger
05:37
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Sorry I’m a hugger
Yeah I’ll ask you about your greatest fears
Then we’ll talk about your mother
Not sure you like that
But ever since I got older only ever wanna dig under
Sometimes under your covers
Maybe I’m just not sure
But my interrogation turns to welcome mat
So I make eyes with another
Well I have some friends
Yeah they like me fine
But I’m sure I could be softer
Yeah I’m sure I could be kind and
Make loving me easier
Judge you less for your slights
Remember what’s yours, what’s mine
Sorry, I’m not good at nights
The darkness reminds me of wild, wild quiet
Even with the rampant street noise that violently belies it
Yeah some days I’m friendly
But some groups make me zip up
’Til I’m a bag full of bones and rapid breath
Streaked with old makeup
I’ll try to seem okay and hang onto the doorframe
Planning an exit I don’t think anyone will notice
Then I slip out, cursing myself
Well I have some friends
Yeah they like me fine
But I’m sure I could be softer,
Yeah I’m sure I could be kind and
Make loving me easier
Judge you less for your slights
Remember what’s yours, what’s mine
Sorry, I’ll love you with my whole
The second we meet I’ll think you down to flesh and bone
’Til none of your faults scream loudly and
All your excuses are acceptable
Sorry, my mind won’t slow for you
I’ll look at the spaces between the things you say and do
And it’s not fair to me or fair to you
How good I am at imagining the truth
Really I’m fine right here
Not the time to be worried
But I was left alone too long today so
Now I’m counting back
Back under the covers
Wrapped in a blanket from my mother
And It all comes together like a pot boiled over
Over onto dirt it rolls itself into a monument
Then it drops off the cliff I drew up blindly with ink pen
I’m coming down again
Coming down again
So I scream at the top of my lungs
The reverberation takes me home
‘cause I’m not in the one I wanna be
So I’ll sleep ’til I’m awake and ready
Sorry I’m a hugger
Yeah sorry I’m a talker
Sorry that I like the idea more than its definer
Sorry I’m not softer, yeah
Sorry I’m not kinder
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Yes Kid Los Angeles, California
LA-based singer and songwriter. New Single 'Too Much Feeling (Not Enough Screaming)' out now!
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