What You've Got

I'm bad at writing stories
But it's all I ever do
To escape this boring every day
What had my mind resorted to?

Melancholy eyes
See a poorly made disguise
Forced rhymes, forced good times
Mean scorched lives and happy lies

These minor details we're just blending in
'Cause there's no more room left in this bin
In aggressive silence we will always sit
'Cause we're only sad until we admit it
Now unhinge your ideals
Watch possibilities unseal
You'll never reach the clouds staring at the ground
Trapped under this persistent sound

Melancholy eyes
See a poorly made disguise
Forced rhymes, forced good times
Mean scorched lives and happy lies

Melancholy eyes
See a poorly made disguise
Forced rhymes, forced good times
Mean scorched lives and happy lies
And when you look back you may find
Oh, everything eventually turned out fine
What are you complaining about, look around
'Cause this is what you've got now



Credits
Writer(s): Imogen Sleep
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