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letra de the cutlery - danica bryant

[verse 1]
my bedroom curtains are proving too thin
on weekends it’s early when the sunlight rolls in
i’m rudely awoken to voices in my brain
“get over yourself, there are dishes again”
last night you may have stayed up until two
blaming yourself for how you love to hate you
but sadly i’m told i must suffer for my art
the torture will make you creatively smart, so they say

[chorus]
“hide your soul, hide your soul
everybody’s meant to feel alone
n0body knows what lies ahead
maybe tomorrow you’ll wake up dead
go ask these questions of the cutlery in the kitchen instead”
[verse 2]
and so i am forced to make family from foe
from the people that i was encouraged not to know
they live on the outside but “that is their choice”
as though they might choose to be stripped of a voice
well now, i speak to them, and they do agree
our hurt is not believed if the rest cannot see
it’s lucky my sadness is the world’s entertainment
yes, i can make money from my guts on the pavement, they say

[bridge]
do people like me?
well, does it matter?
there must be more to life than d-mn social ladders
and how can i make my pain into a service?
they say that my suffering will give me purpose
how bitter of them to suggest to me
that i’m destined for great things and great misery
i’m tired, i’m lonely, and i want to understand
how the bottom of the heap somehow gives me the upper hand
[chorus]
so they say
“hide your soul, hide your soul
everybody’s meant to feel alone
n0body knows what lies ahead
maybe tomorrow you’ll wake up dead
go ask these questions of the cutlery in the kitchen instead”

[verse 3]
the cutlery cannot say much in reply
but at least it listens, upon this i rely
i plan to change worlds with words i cannot find
so i give you my soul, so i give you my soul
and in the kitchen i leave this behind

- danica bryant

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