microphone song
(Hey)
(What?)
(Check out my new material)
(Okay)
I just got a microphone
And I feel pretty gray
Hey, maybe you should be the one to let me know if it's that great
I just got a microphone
But I should get new friends
I used them all for ego boosts, and now I am a shell
I just got a microphone
But I don't have a home
Where the outside's never scary feeling
Paint up on the wall is peeling
I can't live a life where my thoughts are in one place
It's really hard to try to articulate what I'm tryna say
I just got a microphone
But I can't have a thought
That makes me feel so safe inside my head when I start to freak out
I just got a microphone
But every morning hurts
It's late at night and dark outside, but I can't close my eyes
I just got a microphone
But I can't make a song
Where I truly am my honest self
'Cause that's not what the people want
I, struggle to make art because I'm scared of all the eyes
Someday they will understand that I'm a fragile guy
I just got a microphone
But I don't have a home
Where the outside's never scary feeling
Paint up on the wall is peeling
I can't live a life where my thoughts are in one place
It's really hard to try to articulate what I'm tryna say
Desperately waiting for someone to give a shout
I don't know if we can ever figure this one out
I just got a microphone
But I am such a mess
Let's just wait an hour, and we'll talk about what's next
(What?)
(Check out my new material)
(Okay)
I just got a microphone
And I feel pretty gray
Hey, maybe you should be the one to let me know if it's that great
I just got a microphone
But I should get new friends
I used them all for ego boosts, and now I am a shell
I just got a microphone
But I don't have a home
Where the outside's never scary feeling
Paint up on the wall is peeling
I can't live a life where my thoughts are in one place
It's really hard to try to articulate what I'm tryna say
I just got a microphone
But I can't have a thought
That makes me feel so safe inside my head when I start to freak out
I just got a microphone
But every morning hurts
It's late at night and dark outside, but I can't close my eyes
I just got a microphone
But I can't make a song
Where I truly am my honest self
'Cause that's not what the people want
I, struggle to make art because I'm scared of all the eyes
Someday they will understand that I'm a fragile guy
I just got a microphone
But I don't have a home
Where the outside's never scary feeling
Paint up on the wall is peeling
I can't live a life where my thoughts are in one place
It's really hard to try to articulate what I'm tryna say
Desperately waiting for someone to give a shout
I don't know if we can ever figure this one out
I just got a microphone
But I am such a mess
Let's just wait an hour, and we'll talk about what's next
Credits
Writer(s): Adam Cooper
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