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letra de and then - luke mcbride

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picture a house
on the streets of london
the golden hue shines through the blinds

it’s 4am
we meet this guy:
(who he is, is not important)
laying awake
he can’t sleep. thinking too much
and he can’t help thinking:

my brain is a sp-ce shuttle
heavy thoughts within my mind
but how come we go speeding past?
the past is all we leave behind

behind the wheel
no driver
absent minded
for we are blinded by the bright lights shining at us
head on. face on. face off
press on. push on

past the things that keep us there
repressing the oppression
regression back to succession
and then –

we are taken back somewhere so dark
that we can’t see those lights no more

we keep one eye onward, the other one inverted
grasping at those straw memories
so dry they lay behind us
focus on the hope they’ll make our thoughts less perverted

introverted. extroverted
social -n-lysis of those who are disconcerted

we prey on the weak
and bottle up emotions
in the same way that we do our tears
but what will happen when that vessel’s overflowing?

the same way i ask myself
“where is this thing going?”

my brain is a sp-ce shuttle
heavy thoughts within my mind
but how come we go speeding past?
the past is all we leave behind

behind the wheel
no driver
close-minded
for we are blinded
press on. push on
past the bright lights they shine in our eyes

face on. face the world in which we live today
try your best
play fair
but for f-ck’s sake don’t swear
or how the h-ll are we gonna put you in this square
and then –

i’m taken back inside a memory so raw
laying on my bed with my mum the other side of the door

she’s just checking up on me
asking if i’ve eaten
checking up on me but she can’t know that i’ve been beaten

the pressure builds and swells
the truth is that i’m struggling
haven’t eaten in 4 days
but it’s not like i can tell her
trust her. confide in her
cause something tells me that she wouldn’t understand my “ways”

but at the same time
we’re out of the black
looking at the future with both eyes forward
and then there comes a screeching noise

looking at the end of the tunnel
the light has come back
still blinding, though, but it’s good to have them shining

head on. face on
head on. face on
head on. face on
head on

my brain was a sp-ce shuttle
heavy thoughts used to lay in my mind
but now i’m wondering what’ll become of –

picture a house
on the streets of london
the golden hue shines through the blinds

it’s 5am
we see this guy but different to how he was before
laying asleep
no driver behind the wheel
maybe it was a dream
but the memories are real

but no, this is no dream;
he starts to think and feel
again

and then –

- luke mcbride

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