DEATH TO POOCHIE
MY FUCKIN SOLO SHIT... NOT DESIGNED FOR MASS CONSUMPTION.
Story behind the song
THIS SONG IS ABOUT HOW YOU GET USED TO FEELING ONE WAY SO MUCH THAT EVENTUALLY YOU JUST FEEL NUMB. NO MATTER WHAT. WHETHER YOU ARE HAPPY OR SAD OR ANYTHING ELSE, YOU WILL ALWAYS END UP NUMB.
Lyrics
just so recently i could feel the pain
a pinhole shaped complacent piece of apathy
and more subtley you might look at me
a shell of such a thing that we could never be.
bring down heart shaped candy and the widest smile
a memory that engraved on my spine while i cried
and as the tears came up to wash my senses clean
the smell of all my worries grew so fragrantly.
and all along id try to make up a fictitious truth.
and all along id try to make myself believe in you.
endless loads of sunshine in my happy place.
a losing streak sustained in part by jealosy.
and recovery might just suspend my crimes
a lifetime built on theivery and stealing time.
ill jump to the bottom of our bottomless well
so infinitely linked to unfamiliar things.
and i can drown myself in oceans of our love
the lights so fuckin blinding that id kill the sun.
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