NearlyDrowning
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Either be groovy or leave, man.
Sam. 19.
Art Education.
Kent State.
Pretend writer.
Wannabe artist.
Mental.

Last Night - Motion City Soundtrack

I’m still frustrated from last night
Things happened in half-time, I’m sick of the bends
My panic research was no help
I sink into myself
Afraid of the fall that never ends
I wait, but I’m too tired to play pretend
I’ll suffocate until the end

No time for halfhearted goodbyes,
I turn on the spotlight and flee from the scene
Cheap flights from Paris to Bangkok, I thought it was nonstop
Can’t sleep on the KLM again
I haunt the halls of medicine at night
Choking back the urge to fight

Her cat was clawing the floorboards just outside of our door,
The panic begins
I searched the whole damn apartment from ceiling to carpet
No sign of the things she used to own
As autumn turns its back on me again
I climb the walls for oxygen

My body aches, it heaves, it shakes
All somersaults through so-called art
And I still don’t know exactly who I am
I never will, amen.

She whispers something in my ear, the message is unclear
She motions outside.
I trail her closely from behind
She tries hard not to cry
She shakes underneath the pouring rain

“I can’t compete with all your damn ideas
This isn’t working out for you or me
The truth is I’m too tired to play pretend
This is goodbye, this is the end.”

Where I Belong - Motion City Soundtrack

Hello there, how you doin’?
I’ve got all these thoughts just floating through my brain
They bump and they collide and cause a flurry of confusion
And it’s getting on my nerves
I try to hold myself together
fighting off this mental weather when I can (sometimes I do)
But this shitstorm’s never ending
And the atmospheric pressure’s calling for rain

This is what I’ve got going on
This is where I belong tonight

It’s chaos in the courthouse
And the left side’s all upset 
Because the right side wants a summer home
and knows we can’t afford it
I try to mediate between
This constant tug-o-war machine
But wind up in a never ending game of telephone
There’s so much going on
And I just need seven minutes to calm myself back down
Now I forgot where I was
Was it me we were talking about?
This is what I feared from the start
I keep falling apart

What’s going on, is this where I belong tonight?
(What’s going on tonight)
What’s going on, is this where I belong tonight?
(What’s going on)

(Can’t stand) I can’t stand the thought of losing
Sentences and every island of words
(Can’t stand) I can’t stand the thought of losing
Everything I ever thought I that I knew

This is where I run out of words
That describe how I’m so damn hurt
This is where I fumble and fold
And take what I’m told

What’s going on, is this where I belong tonight?
(What’s going on tonight)
What’s going on, is this where I belong tonight?
(What’s going on tonight)
What’s going on, is this where I belong tonight?
(What’s going on tonight)
What’s going on, is this where I belong tonight?
(What’s going on)

(Can’t stand) I can’t stand the thought of losing
Sentences and every island of words
(Can’t stand) I can’t stand the thought of losing
Everything I ever thought I that I knew

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