La Dispute
앨범 : Tiny Dots

To scratched out, for everything
Night fell on me writing this and I ran out of paper so I crossed the name out at the top of the page Not sure why I'm even writing this But I guess it feels right It sort of feels like I have to like an exorcism
I guess that makes me sound crazy but that's alright Lately I feel like I might be, not that I've heard any voices or anything Just like that everyday kind, where you forget things you shouldn't and you think too much about death
Maybe you know what I'm talking about Or maybe you would have known Or had known
Is it once knew I don't know what tense to use
I know I never used to feel like this I used to never think of death or hear voices I used to feel Like everything was perfectly in order, a normal life, but I guess then came a departure
That I know you understand or would've understood I guess things changed after that, and I'm mostly scared now
But it's there in the stories, or whatever they are You can see it Anybody could if they could Look I wrote some notes in the margins explaining it The rest is in between lines or in the fine Print First, the feeling of abandonment, then trying to cope Then death and hope and the thing Itself, waiting for me It's all there in the pages ahead of here It's there waiting for you
Or for me I'm not sure
The whole story