Most of the time I have no idea who I am
Most of the time I’m just stumbling trying to survive
But everything gets clearer when I look at you
Most of the time all the voices inside they won’t quit
Most of the time I am nothing close to my unironic self
But everything gets clearer when I look at you
And everything I’ve done ‘til now, is to try and be a better man
But the sadness, comes creeping up beside my bed at night
And the liquor never asks what’s in my head
In my head
That was a year ago
And I still replay that shit
I never truly understood
How it could come to this
I’m not good enough, not for anyone
Especially myself
All this time I always blamed you, because if it was your fault then I wouldn’t have to change
And I really don’t think I’m capable of that right now
Could I find myself in the breakdown?
And if I fell from these heights, could I find myself in the breakdown?
Eventually I’ll get it right, get a therapist and sleep at night
Until then, I’m swimming for dry land
I even went to church again, it seems some bruises God won’t mend
Nothing’s really going as I planned
And I know that I should let you go, but I just can’t seem to so
Maybe I can drink you off, maybe I can drink you off my mind
I feel like blacking out, forgetting all this stress
These empty conversations, I’m already over them
I feel like blacking out - who’s blood is on my fist?
The only thing I need to know - is will it always be like this?
I feel like blacking out
(I’m not good enough, enough for anyone, especially myself)
Will it always be like this?
The verse "Can't even buy a coffee without exploiting someone" got me. It really hits hard. For the entire length of the album it felt like the end of the world.
But to be perfectly honest, it's just how life is these days. And it's fucked up. szczur
The London band's new album is a vibrant postcard from southern Italy, boosted by brass, strings, and pizzica percussion from local players. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 14, 2024