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letra de exploration through medication - no lungs

you say i sleep too much
’cause i’m up ’til the morning
and the afternoons p-ss me by when i’m snoring
you say to keep it simple
it’s ideal, don’t over complicate
there’s too much to life that is already too complicated
it’s easier to say and much harder to do
when the wind picks up, i can’t push through
this is the peak
i have plateaued
i’m sick of waiting for nothing
but i’ve been pulling for something that doesn’t seem so trusting

i don’t learn from my mistakes
and i bend until i break
there’s no point to let me know
when you always want to go

i’m isolated in my bedroom or the back porch when i get home tonight
you’re medicating in your bedroom or the back porch when i get home tonight

you say i talk too much
and there’s no turning back
i think i talk too little
and you’ve got some tact
cauterize my skin, i’m going to let god in
i thought i won the lotto but father i have sinned
take the blade, cut some flesh, i don’t love you to death
i only love you undressed
you find it hard to address
that it’s so tough to invest in someone who’s second best
to what you wanted to see and who you want me to be

i heard that death rattle coming from a mile away
and in the grave is where we will stay
you think you know me so well but you’re trying your luck
you never knew me at all and i’m calling your bluff

i’m isolated in my bedroom or the back porch when i get home tonight
you’re medicating in your bedroom or the back porch when i get home tonight

you say i sleep too much
’cause i’m up ’til the morning
and the afternoons p-ss me by when i’m snoring
the more i bet on my strengths
the more i lose self-esteem
every conversation tears at the seams
you never stole my heart
it was more like a loan
but when i asked for it back, you swallowed it whole
now give it back
and forget i exist
we know we didn’t want this to turn out like it did

we’ve been trapped inside the current of a slippery slope
the writing’s on the wall but we’re trying to cope
there’s only so much we could choose to ignore
until our stomachs h-t the floor

i’m isolated in my bedroom or the back porch when i get home tonight
you’re medicating in your bedroom or the back porch when i get home tonight

- no lungs

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