thinking about a song that could be about my life
it’s all exceptionally dull
thinking about a song
kinda wondering why it’s still an itch that i have
thinking about a song, a song i could write
and recording would leave me mortified and sickened all day long
just because i tried and it’s not enough
it’s so fucking hard

but oh, you know, that’s just the way things go
it’s been slow, but it’s old
it’s just a small cute step towards another life
it’s a brand new place without you
an exit that’s been in the making for a while
now i have to let go of you

thinking about a song and things i could scream about
but nothing is worth straining my voice
thinking about a song, and how it would all restart
as if music could do that
and the amount of songs in me is just dwindling with time
a number’s already set in the stars
thinking about a song, a song that could be the last
perhaps

but oh, you know, that’s just the way things go
it’s been slow, now it’s old
it’s just the small last step towards another life
in a brand new place without you
an exit that’s been in the making for a while
now i have to let go of you

artist with no stories
your life is made of drafts
sinking so slow but oh so deep
into the holes of the sky
into the holes, into that hole
into your hole in the ground

there’s a target audience of one
for this awkward and dull demise
it’s for me i carry on this farce
let’s exhaust everything inside

no it’s not up to me to close each part of this transient life
see how chapters stop and start
and i can’t hold on, can’t hold back
don’t know who wrote this old track
and up ahead some new kind of life
with no white noise in my mind