Philosophical Recs. EST 2017

Verse 1:

I learnt to let go when I was younger,

Scared of growing old,

I would swim far into the ocean,

& try to stay afloat,

Until my lungs would cough up water,

& sand would coat my bones, & I hope,

 

That someday I'll open up the flood gates,

& let the lyrics flow,

Someday I'll understand the dry taste,

When the words are trapped below,

Somedays I wonder if my airway,

Is clogged with all the quotes, that I wrote…

 

Pre-Chorus:

I feel worthless, 

Maybe I should open the drawer,

Burn the pages,

Write poems with the ash on the floor,

Pour the ink, into the sink,

& watch it drain from the shore...

 

Chorus:

I don't want love no more,

Though it's the one thing I've been searching for,

Though it's the one thing that I miss the most,

Now I'm afraid to be alone... 

 

Verse 2:

I learnt to grow old when I was younger,

Scared of staying young,

Afraid of the thoughts that I had conjured,

That sat atop my tongue,

Knowing I'd change the worlds opinion,

If they would just, listen up...

But they won’t, now… 

Pre-Chorus:

 

Chorus:

Bridge:

Looking in the mirror like, 

Maybe I will find myself tonight,

I ask for a better mind,

Then tap into the site through my third eye...

 

I had never realised,

I thought I had a chosen my design, 

I thought I was broken all this time...

 

Chorus:

I don't want love no more,

Though it's the one thing I've been searching for,

Though it's the one thing that I miss the most,

Oh, I'm afraid to be alone...