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Odd
03:44
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Cloudy days in mid March shouldn't be so very hard.
But I am flawed, too self involved,
and honestly a little odd.
When will I learn that I'll always be inadequate at best?
Heart on my sleeve, not in my chest
I'm in desperate need of help, wont someone save me from myself?
Save me from myself.
Sometimes I think of who I was back when I was just 15.
I don't think that he'd be proud of who I've grown to be.
When will I learn?
I can't change in just a day, a week, or a month, or a year
I'll stay right here.
I'll just stay right here.
When will I learn, not to take my self so seriously?
Born to stay the same
I could never change
the truth that I cannot escape.
I will never learn.
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2. |
Grow
02:16
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I see the future, and it is not bright
Feels like I'm swimming limbless
If nobody can fix this, it could bring my greatest fears to life.
The garden state is no longer my home,
not while it's where all my demons roam.
They're in my head, they're in my dreams
They come alive in everything I see.
Yes, I know.
There's room to grow,
even trees take root with hell below.
I see the future, and it is not bright
Feels like I'm swimming limbless
If nobody can fix this, it could bring my greatest fears to life.
I didn't start at the bottom
I stumbled here, I crumbled here
and here is where I'll stay.
There's no one else to blame
How long can I live in denial?
Cheeks hurt from faking a smile
Everywhere I go, and everything I see
Doesn't put that spark inside of me,
I see the future, and it is not bright
Feels like I'm swimming limbless
If nobody can fix this, it could bring my greatest fears to life.
I may be floating, but I'm still here.
I feel like no one is listening,
are you getting the picture?
I might not make it through the year.
credits
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3. |
April Showers
06:34
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I miss you, like the trees miss their leaves in the winter.
I crave you, like the earth craves water in a drought.
I know I”m not the best that I have ever been
But I’ve been getting better,or so I pretend.
I’m clearing you off of the shelves in my head,
I’m done longing for the imprint that you left in my bed.
I’m cleaning off the cobwebs, just in time for spring.
I’m pouring out the sadness from my soul,
but April showers fill me up once again.
I want you, like sons want to be like their fathers.
But I have to move on.
And I know I”m not the best that I have ever been
But I’ve been getting better,or so I pretend.
I’m clearing you off of the shelves in my head,
I’m done longing for the imprint that you left in my bed.
I’m cleaning off the cobwebs, just in time for spring.
I’m pouring out the sadness from my soul,
but April showers fill me up once again.
Forget her
(forget her)
I can’t
(I know you can)
(forget her)
I can’t
(I know you can forget her)
I swear I can’t forget her
April showers bring May flowers.
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Spring
04:42
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I want to be new.
I’m done feeling used.
I’m caved in.
I wasted all my breath trying to be somebody,
I am not somebody.
I’m a drop of rain in the ocean,
a grain of sand on the beach.
Search all across those salty shores,
you’d never find me.
All my hero’s live like masochists,
suffering to create.
I want to be like them,
so I tell myself I’m better off this way.
I want to be new.
I’m done feeling used.
But I’m caved in,
I caved in.
I’m gone.
You’d think that I’d have learned not to just shoot from the hip.
But why should I give a shit?
No, that’s the same damn song
That’s trapped me here for some years now,
Can’t get it out of my head how
I’m a drop of rain in the ocean,
a grain of sand on the beach.
Search all across those salty shores,
you’d never find me.
I refuse to be defined by a disease.
I’m more than that, I can’t let it be my identity.
I want to be new.
I’m done feeling used.
And now that spring is here,
I’ll shed no tears for what I lost this winter.
Flowers bloom, I’m changing too.
I can go on without you.
I will go on without you.
I’m not crazy, just been down lately
Never used to be so god damn lazy
but one day you’ll see, that boy is not me.
One day, you’ll see.
That boy is not me.
Will May bring me flowers, maybe.
Will May bring me flowers, we’ll see.
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