Polish (pronounced Polish)
Life almost feels easy when I'm
Stressed out of mind because when
Things are looking up I wonder
Why they aren't like that all the time
Like a mountain reflected in water
Just above the seafloor
Although deep in appearance diving in reveals there's nothing more
And maybe I'm not punk enough
'Cause I was mostly happy growing up
Well jokes on me 'cause now I'm stuck
Maybe now you'll think I'm broken enough
Who the hell told you to be so loud
You ignore every cry to calm down
If attention was a pill you
Would've overdosed a long time ago
I tried to be there for you
But I felt I couldn't leave like I was
Held hostage by your bad news
I yield my time
I don't mean to sound self righteous
But you know we're all struggling
And throwing all your problems at me is to say in one word
Troubling
We all have our demons
We all have our bones to pick
But I'm worried if I hear your voice again
I'll have to add you to the list
I'm adding your name to the fucking list
Who the hell told you to be so loud
You ignore every cry to calm down
If attention was a pill you
Would've overdosed a long time ago
I tried to be there for you
But I felt I couldn't leave like I was
Held hostage by your bad news
I yield my time
Stressed out of mind because when
Things are looking up I wonder
Why they aren't like that all the time
Like a mountain reflected in water
Just above the seafloor
Although deep in appearance diving in reveals there's nothing more
And maybe I'm not punk enough
'Cause I was mostly happy growing up
Well jokes on me 'cause now I'm stuck
Maybe now you'll think I'm broken enough
Who the hell told you to be so loud
You ignore every cry to calm down
If attention was a pill you
Would've overdosed a long time ago
I tried to be there for you
But I felt I couldn't leave like I was
Held hostage by your bad news
I yield my time
I don't mean to sound self righteous
But you know we're all struggling
And throwing all your problems at me is to say in one word
Troubling
We all have our demons
We all have our bones to pick
But I'm worried if I hear your voice again
I'll have to add you to the list
I'm adding your name to the fucking list
Who the hell told you to be so loud
You ignore every cry to calm down
If attention was a pill you
Would've overdosed a long time ago
I tried to be there for you
But I felt I couldn't leave like I was
Held hostage by your bad news
I yield my time
Credits
Writer(s): Maude Stout
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