hungover | May 18, 2025 (08:48 AM) |

tried to sleep out my spinning mind,

moon fell in each of my trials.

it's impossible to come off strong,

it's too possible to be in all storms.

to be known is all i ever prayed for

but lately all my pleaser side is all that's known.

and, i'm not really getting who i'm becoming,

but they got the best of my time,

as i get no rest in my life.

it's impossible to come off strong,

it's too possible to be in all storms.

i knew for once i'd get my prime,

i did, i tried.

yet i knew, not just once,

 you get your life

in bits, from fires.

it's impossible to come off strong,

it's too possible to be in all storms.

to be known is all i ever prayed for

but lately all my pleaser side is all that's getting a hold.

and, i'm not really proud of who i'm becoming,

but they got the best of my crimes,

as i get no rest in my lies.

been days and days of hearing my name,

it follows me at the end of my day.

all of my sleep were daylight scenes,

they call for it, such a heavy feeling,

what a heavy weight it has tarry. 

nightmares dream to strangle me,

yet i had been around.

articulation of my sins,

is that how my name sounds?

yet i know i've been digging deep 

to know where i should bury me.

in the eyes of strangers?

at the touch of perfectly scored papers?

by the glimpse of the boy i loved?

on the beach where i first knew trust?

i know what could bury me.

the eyes of a stranger. 

the touch of perfectly scored papers.

the glimpse of the boy i loved,

and, the beach where i first knew trust.

to be known is all i ever prayed for

but lately all my sycophancy is all that's getting known.

i don't really trust who i'm becoming,

but they got the face of my trials,

as i'm not amazed by my altruistic side.

echo, echo

people got to let go of me.

echo, echo

people got to let go of me.