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letra de late night // 13.11.23 - d-kay

[part i]

[verse 1]
it’s four am at night my mind is spiralling
looking at the walls i’m seeing images that aren’t there
these drawings made by my sister inspiring
only thing that’s keeping me from falling, perfectly clear
look at me while i’m lost inside of my mind again
you wouldn’t know the difference if it hit you square in the head
18 years of crawling just to grab a line and ascend
i’m grown man now somethings broke? get a spare

[part i]
what am i doing up in this late night?
looking at the stars, seeing sp-ce fights
socialising with people i could never get right
finding me in the club or a pub that is a rare sight
what am i doing up in this late night?
thе idea of death giving me stagе fright
on stage performing third hand weed high
people like the way i am but i feel fried
what am i doing up in this late night?
looking at the stars, seeing sp-ce fights
socialising with people i could never get right
finding me in the club or a pub that is a rare sight
what am i doing up in this late night?
the idea of death giving me stage fright
on stage performing third hand weed high
people like the way i am but i feel fried
[verse 2]
living this life like i have giving me sense of self
i’ve met people who simply didn’t care about their deaths
i’ve met clowns i’ve met junkies i’ve met desperate girls
i’ve met 20 kinds of guys some which i couldn’t respect
i’ve met so called men who would rather sell out their friend
if it meant they looked fresh in spite of their jealous breath
i’ve been put into groups against my right of consent
just so they’d look better because i’m more sober then them
if you’re listening now this is a special moment
i’ve met people and people have met the man on the podium
i try to be humble but sometimes i’ve got to show them
underestimating my abilities something to write up in your atonements
my eulogy and my life written in strings of conscious worries
performed by me in these verses so you can’t tell them for me
sing about me when i’m gone please i’m a good kid i’m sorry
it’s just the mad city has me spiralling down a couple stories

[chorus]
what am i doing up in this late night?
looking at the stars, seeing sp-ce fights
socialising with people i could never get right
finding me in the club or a pub that is a rare sight
what am i doing up in this late night?
the idea of death giving me stage fright
on stage performing third hand weed high
people like the way i am but i feel fried
what am i doing up in this late night?
looking at the stars, seeing sp-ce fights
socialising with people i could never get right
finding me in the club or a pub that is a rare sight
what am i doing up in this late night?
the idea of death giving me stage fright
on stage performing third hand weed high
people like the way i am but i feel fried
[part ii]

[verse]
it hit twenty past four am i’m planning on staying up
the whole day making music maybe just maybe i’ve had enough
i’ve fought and keep fighting with the thoughts i’ve ended up
on the floor in my head it’s a game of tug of war it’s a trap
so what if i’ve been poor i’ve been offered a second chance
as much as i hate to admit it the decision made was best
moving away from the place i was living in i was eight
there was an inkling inside of me telling me it was fate
if i stayed there likely stepping on gravel skating
barely anything on my feet just violence no patience
anger management support guiding me by the pavement
b-tter and bread sandwiches until i was 80
god d-mn
just thinking about it is getting me nauseous
social interactions now making me lose focus
something that grew apart with me as i got older
attention was something i fed off of, making me stronger
too much of it these days makes my head circulating
i used to want to be the one in the front of the stages
even in public, must have been the bed that i slept in
because i can’t imagine that now without getting anxious
i remember in secondary i’d force interactions
i couldn’t bear being alone for a split second fraction
terrified of abandonment by every single piece of plastic
that would look in my direction must have thought that i was mad, sh-t
i’d think that too
but if being lost in this world makes you mad then, what are you?
because i know i inspired people, i’ve got living proof
i know people hate me because, it’s something to do
i don’t need recognition, i need water and food
and if i ever see desperate fish again, dead in the pool
i’ve got the family with me praying they pull through
cuz every second of mine eventually dedicated, to you
to you, to you, to you

- d kay

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