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Underrated
02:56
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Sick of being hung up
I'm sick of waiting
Sick of all my friends
Know when I'm jaded
Sick of little screen communicating
Sick of being sick I'm underrated
I'm already pretty unhealthy
But I'm falling apart for you
Already pretty unhealthy but I can't get enough
It's true
Sick of taking elevators for convenience
Sick of snapchat and pictures of my penis
Sick of anything and everything related to why I can't sleep
Why I'm staring at the ceiling
Sick of all the "look at me"
I'm sick of drinking myself back to sleep
Sick of telling everyone I'm fine while I pack it all together just to fit inside
I'm already pretty unhealthy
But i'm falling apart for you
Already pretty unhealthy but I can't get enough
It's true
Sick of being hungover
Being left on read
Sick waking up alone and mislead
Sick of cleaning up your mess
I've got this shit on my chest hung up just like the rest
Sick of stress
Sick of meds
Sick of being stuck in my head
I'm already pretty unhealthy but I’m falling apart for you
Already pretty unhealthy but I can't get enough it's true
No I won't get enough
It's true
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Solace
03:06
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How do I sit here waiting on the sideline?
Waiting here patiently for everything I've wanted to hear.
Now that I've successfully broken all boundaries, crossed every line, messed up your plan.
I'm in your head.
Softer now I'm tracing back the footsteps, steps that keep taking me back to why I can't think of you, why I'm a mess, why I can't see you through what's standing in my way.
I'm in my way.
I've ruined every good thing I've ever had.
Now my only solace is my head in my hands.
I'm in your head.
You watch me shaking your head.
You watch me shake to the floor.
You watch me forever wanting more.
Forever wanting more.
I've ruined every good thing I've ever had.
Now my only solace is my head in my hands.
My solace is...
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Home
02:51
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No good at first impressions.
Head down, I'm staring at my feet.
Everything around me now has been swallowed by defeat.
I've found another fault line.
I'm running circles in my head.
Foundation's crumbled through after everything you've said.
If I could be the one that you hold close or a place you could call home, I don't see why you won't pick up your phone.
Another dial tone, these seconds feel like forever and I can't sleep with these memories of how things used to be.
If I could be the one that you hold close or a place you could call home.
I don't see how still think this is wrong.
If you could be the one that I hold close or a place you could call home.
Now I sleep in this house of sticks and stone.
I'm dreading waking up.
Months now and it still takes forever to fall asleep with the memories of how you used to be.
You know you're not so tough.
Shut me out or leave me be.
I'm coming back strong enough to sweep you off your feet.
I could be the one that you hold close or a place you could call home.
I don't see how still think this is wrong.
You could be the one that I hold close or a place you could call home.
Now I sleep in this house of sticks and stone.
I'm breaking through your apathy.
Crowded now with no sympathy.
I don't recognize myself again.
Still bleeding while you're misleading,
My heart breaks in the end.
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