Mythologue
On the earliest night I remember
In the days before clocks all ran out
I woke up all alone in a blanket
Full of panic and fear and doubt
On the curb, where I sat in the morning
Waiting for you to come back around
All the neighbors they saw as they all passed along
And I sat without a sound
Yeah, it followed the feeling I felt then
With your knee to my throat as I gasped
The world standing still in your eyes
All alone and caught up in past
Do you wonder why I remember?
Do you wonder how I've changed?
All the words that you gave stay with me
Oh, they're cold, detached and deranged
You are, yeah, you are
My mythologue
You are, yeah, you are
My mythologue
Now I do a good job at not letting
All these things in my youth fuck me up
And I've gotten so good now at vetting
All these memories you dig up
If you wonder why I can't speak peacefully
Why it seems that I can't get control
Take a look at the past, it's these moments that last
As they cling and they hang to my soul
Now the tendencies buried beneath
My unyielding desire to sin
And to know who I am outside all of this shit
It still burns and it never released
The hymns and the prayers never reached me
They fall deaf on my ears every day
'Cause I know there's no god that could make me
It is you who made me this way
You are, yeah, you are
My mythologue
You are, yeah, you are
My mythologue
In the days before clocks all ran out
I woke up all alone in a blanket
Full of panic and fear and doubt
On the curb, where I sat in the morning
Waiting for you to come back around
All the neighbors they saw as they all passed along
And I sat without a sound
Yeah, it followed the feeling I felt then
With your knee to my throat as I gasped
The world standing still in your eyes
All alone and caught up in past
Do you wonder why I remember?
Do you wonder how I've changed?
All the words that you gave stay with me
Oh, they're cold, detached and deranged
You are, yeah, you are
My mythologue
You are, yeah, you are
My mythologue
Now I do a good job at not letting
All these things in my youth fuck me up
And I've gotten so good now at vetting
All these memories you dig up
If you wonder why I can't speak peacefully
Why it seems that I can't get control
Take a look at the past, it's these moments that last
As they cling and they hang to my soul
Now the tendencies buried beneath
My unyielding desire to sin
And to know who I am outside all of this shit
It still burns and it never released
The hymns and the prayers never reached me
They fall deaf on my ears every day
'Cause I know there's no god that could make me
It is you who made me this way
You are, yeah, you are
My mythologue
You are, yeah, you are
My mythologue
Credits
Writer(s): James Thompson, Jonathan Xavier Garrett, Christopher Gordon Lashley, Benjamin Wood, Ethan Neel, Logan From, Daniel Mcginn
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