I heard a knock upon my door the other day I opened it to find death staring in my face The feel of mortal stalking still reverberates Everywhere I go, I drag this coffin just in case
My body’s trembling, sends shivers down my spine Adrenaline kicks in, shifts into overdrive Your secrets keep you sick, your lies keep you alive Snake eyes every single time you roll with crooked dice
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down The kind of dark that haunts a hundred year old house I wrestle with my thoughts, I shook the hand of doubt Running from my past, I’m praying, feet don’t fail me now
I’ve lost my goddamn mind, it happens all the time I can’t believe I’m actually meant to be here Trying to consume, the drug in me is you And I’m so high on misery, can’t you see?
I got these questions always running through my head So many things that I would like to understand If we are born to die and we all die to live Then what’s the point of living life if it just contradicts?
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down The kind of dark that haunts a hundred year old house I wrestle with my thoughts, I shook the hand of doubt Running from my past, I’m praying, feet don’t fail me now
I’ve lost my goddamn mind, it happens all the time I can’t believe I’m actually meant to be here Trying to consume, the drug in me is you And I’m so high on misery, can’t you see?
I’ve lost myself You tried to reach me, but you just can’t help me So long, goodbye You tried to save me, it wont work this time
‘Cause now I’ve lost my fucking mind, and there’s no fucking time I can’t believe I’m actually meant to be here Trying to consume, the drug in me is you And I’m so high on misery, can’t you see?
Oh, can’t you see? Can’t you see?
My 2 cents –
Like Last week this one has a feel of the lyrics blaming the person the song is about, but this time it is less generalized. This one is more personal. And in some ways that feels better? The singer feels like they are doubting the hold they feel this person has on them. It is an interesting video. And a slightly relatable song.
I can’t stop from spinning Down the rabbit hole The deeper that you push The deeper I will go They said that God’s a woman I’ll worship you the same Cause all I do is think about Saying your name in vain You might as well marry me
My sinful confession You’re my obsession (yeah) If God is a woman Then God is a weapon (yeah)
I can’t stop from sinning My halo’s just a hole The deeper that I get inside you The deeper you will fall They Say that God’s a weapon Well I’m a hand grenade Try to take this ring from me Watch me detonate You might as well bury me
My sinful confession You’re my obsession (yeah) If God is a woman Then God is a weapon (Yeah)
My Sinful Confession You’re my obsession If God is a woman Then God is a weapon
My 2 cents –
This song bothers me. I enjoy the music. I enjoy the way it is sung. I am bothered by the lyrics. This speaks of obsession and strong ideals of blaming women for male obsession. I cannot put into words the reason fully… It feels like it is a backhand compliment to the woman in the spotlight. I worry that the lyrics will be misunderstood as a love song…and this is the farthest thing one could find from that.
Was it the best you ever had? Was it the worst? You’d never know I’d try to tell you what I think and play it off like it’s a joke Oh no, more surprises, guess it’s like this I’d do anything for you, Mrs. Highness
The sun is fun, the land is dandy I only talk to dogs because they don’t understand me My teeth are yellow, hello world Would you like me a little better if they were white like yours? I need to purge my urges, shame, shame, shame I need an alibi to justify, somebody to blame It’s a halibut, “party bitch”, give it a name and say, “Hey, hey”
This one was recommended by my son. It is such a strange little song but it speaks to me about being ostracized. The outsider in society. So often that feels like the weight that hangs on our shoulders.
I’ve been seeing stars Every time I get up It’s been getting hard To keep on playing dress up I’m body positive Until it’s mine Fighting for an hourglass And running out time
Just an innocent compliment I bet they didn’t mean it Even if they did I bet I still wouldn’t believe it Thought when I got older That this feeling would be gone But I’m losing touch all at once With everything I once was
If I could go back in time I would tell her she looks divine And I would guide her till she changed her mind And never questioned who she was And we’d go run outside And play for hours in the sun And I’d tell her all about the woman That she will become And I’d say you’re so much more than just a body That needs measuring So instead of counting calories You can count on me
I think that I’m Addicted to this sickness And I’m slowly dying But I’m the only witness And I’m Losing more than just a gap between my thighs Fighting for an hourglass And fighting for my life
Just an innocent compliment I bet they didn’t mean it Even if they did I bet I still wouldn’t believe it Thought when I got older That this feeling would be gone But I’m losing touch all at once With everything I once was
If I could go back in time I would tell her she looks divine And I would guide her till she changed her mind And never questioned who she was And we’d go run outside And play for hours in the sun And I’d tell her all about the woman That she will become And I’d say you’re so much more than just a body That needs measuring So instead of counting calories You can count on me
I’ve been Unlearning Un-hurting Un-telling myself I have to earn it Is it worth it? Is it worth it? It’s not worth it
I’ve been Unlearning Un-hurting Un-telling myself I have to earn it Is it worth it? Is it worth it? It’s not worth it
If I could go back in time I would tell her she looks divine And I would guide her till she changed her mind And never questioned who she was
My 2 cents –
Self esteem is so hard. it’s multi faceted and can be destroyed by so much. it is possible to logically understand that you deserve to eat and still have issues…it is possible to see yourself as a person and still not be able to take compliments because the person in the mirror is distorted.
Pattimouse 