This one is a little more lo-fi and experimental than the other ones ive posted here so far. I’m also a little but sick right now, so my voice doesnt sound too great. But it is what is is
Wake up on the floor again
From another night of trying
So hard, to forget all of my past.
It’s not a simple thing,
So there’s not a simple answer,
You ask me if it’s worth it
Is it worth the headaches?
I just want to feel nothing,
Is that too much to ask for?
I’m always flushed with feelings,
And my shadow’s always bleeding.
What happened to the good days,
When I thought that I could be someone?
Thought I’d finally escaped my hometown,
Was pretty fucking happy with myself for that one.
Look at me now, I’m living at my parents house at the age of twenty-three,
Washing dishes on the weekends, at this new restaurant downtown,
Never thought my hometown would feel good enough for me,
But lately I’ve grown fairly complacent, I fear I might never leave this time
Been lost before,
Have I really found myself?
Or am I just turned around again?