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letra de stuck in bed - aa battery

[intro]
look, there’s a little story i want to tell you guys
about something that represents a lot of you guys
that i’ve been suffering in silence from something that’s a lot more common than people like to give it credit for
if you’ve ever found yourself stuck in bed
or can’t get all of these messy thoughts out of your head
about some sh-t that someone did or someone said
or about the life you think you might’ve led
(contrary doin’ it different)
this song’s for you

[verse 1]
he woke up in his bed one day
and look out the window, saying
“hey, what if i died where i lay?
like, why get up if i can stay?”
life is like a river leading to a waterfall
so what’s the point of swimming when at the end we always fall?
every day i have to look at my own self-reflection
in the mirror in the bathroom; my own self-inspection
people always say i have some greatness destined
but an unclear future always keeps me guessin’

[chorus]
“to be or not to be
to move or not to be
to live or not to be
my mood is not to be

to dream is not to be
successful – not to me
my life’s a mimicry
so to be is not to be”

[verse 2]
he rolled over to the wall
on which he pictured it all:
all his inhibitions and self-inflictions
and failed missions
all the people that he’s been missing
and the crime’s that he’s been listing

but n-body every listens
and that’s why he’s always
distant (7x)
that’s why he’s always
distant (7x)
that’s why he’s always

he rolled over in his bed again to check the time
it was half past nine
half past whatever plans he had in mind
something he’d always wake up again to find
is that time keeps moving on
while the future falls behind
so he gave up

[chorus]
“to be or not to be
to move or not to be
to live or not to be
my mood is not to be

to dream is not to be
successful – not to me
my life’s a mimicry
so to be is not to be”

[verse 3]
that’s when he heard something vibrate in one of his drawers
in the dresser next to his bed
it was the one nearest the floor
so he rolled closer to the edge
to reach his arm down
feeling fingers close around
the handle that was down
he pulled it open ever so slightly
to reveal its inter lightning
the flash was very blinding and freighting
but his hand wasn’t yet ready to give up on fighting
as it closed around it and slowly pulled out its finding
it was his phone, darkened and still as it once had been
he gazed at it in silence, looking over it, and then
he pressed the home b-tton which lit up all of the screen
he has half-expected to see something else that was mean
but the text he got was under the contact “a lover’s dream”
so he opened it up, his eyes starting to plead
as tear fell from them both as he slowly started to read
and tumble
he felt a stirring in a heart that had long since crumbled
when he found 5 words written in a bubble
“good morning! i love you!” cleared away the rubble
was life really worth going through all that trouble?
“yes” he cried, “for every little bubble!”

[outro]
so he got up
he got up

- aa battery

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