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A Long Time
04:16
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I feel I'm drowning in apathy. Down the drain my self esteem.
I ain't had fun in a long time. I’ve had a bad run; I fall behind.
I feel there’s always a problem that persists through my existence,
and I can’t catch a break. It feels like I’m melting,
and the toll that it all takes on my mental health is overwhelming.
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2. |
The Furthest Stovetop
05:03
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Lies that we were told will slowly damage our souls.
We will grow old, our bodies will fold and consume themselves.
Life’s not in our hands; we die alone in the end,
leaving what damage was done cycling through someone else.
Strain that has replaced what once had been happy days
seems so familiar to me; it feels like it’s all I’ve felt.
Dreams burn on the furthest stovetop from me
and Im scared I’ll be working until I die.
I don't know why I’m doing this to myself.
I barely feel alive.
I need you to breathe some air through me.
I feel stale and stagnant in my head. The bed is swallowing me whole;
I'm trading it sleep for my whole life.
Not that I really mind.
Im just so tired that I could die, but I will live through tonight.
Why would we fight if we doubt we’d survive?
Try as we might, we will be here sometime.
Time will one day heal every wound that we have earned.
Over time we will deal with all the ways things turned.
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3. |
Dark
03:22
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Everything is dark. Everything is dark.
Wallow in all the wrong we have done
and we feel that remorse in our lungs.
Everything is dark. Everything is dark.
We feel we can fend for ourselves,
but learn we’re mistaken when there’s no one else.
I just need a spark. Trying so often to fall twice as hard.
What’s there to miss from when I was a boy?
Delicate topics we’d rather avoid.
The last few years have been hard;
they left me kneeling and picking up shards.
Each attempt is a shot in the dark
with my demons trapezing around us like sharks.
My lungs fill up with tar. Life goes on, but Im struggling hard.
If I’m only alive for my art then why’s it been days since I played my guitar.
Im giving up hope. I barely manage to cope.
My throat aches, but you’ll still see me smoking.
These cheap cigarettes are the reason I’m broke.
When everything goes dark please save your breath from nostalgic remarks.
Im more good to this world if I’m gone. My friends and my family will someday move on.
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4. |
Surely Blooming Pain
04:12
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I’ve not been too sharp as of late. Im trying; but what is that good for?
All my shit’s in the car, but I— wait, Im not trying anymore.
I feel terrible.
Each waking moment I wish I could sleep.
Drown myself in hole;
one I know well, where I usually sink.
Slow moving train, you can catch me here later.
I’ll be here all week.
Surely blooming pain has latched to my jacket.
Now it follows me.
I obsess over much of my past. Depleted, I often wish that my brain would stop.
I’d move on with my life. When I pass
I hope I’m as close to happy as I could come.
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5. |
The Calling Voices
03:28
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I’ll set fire to these veins of mine.
I’ll get tired, too tired to even try.
Trying to deny the calling voices in my head.
Maybe you and I could live forever when we’re dead.
I would sacrifice my soul for your own happiness.
I’m losing my mind; and that’s as honest as it gets.
I’ll put a flame to this blood of mine.
I’ll look in shame as they took him in time.
Time is flying by. Im on autopilot
and Im trying to deny the things I’ve done with my own hands.
I could not describe the terror that has paralyzed my legs.
I’m losing my mind. I’ll never see that face again.
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6. |
I Don’t Feel Good
04:04
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I don’t feel good.
I need a break.
Not from you, but more from myself.
I’m losing it. I need a friend.
I’m the problem.
I’m getting help.
Things we told each other during the bleak days.
Drugs play such a part in the pain inside my heart.
Who knew how much energy a dream wastes?
It’s not like we were told before we got old.
My mental state starts to falter.
As i decay I’ll never stop for
anything new. I’ve what I need.
Nice to see you.
I think you should leave.
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7. |
Let It All Out
04:02
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If you’re about to raise hell I plead
that you figure it out and do it without me.
Ive never been a monstrosity,
but that seems to be what you all think of me.
I digress; I don’t need you to be my friend.
In the end, to force myself out just don’t make sense.
I pretend that Im not as lonely as I feel.
In the end creating a bond is just creating stress.
If you’re about to raise hell, then please
let it all out and then just leave me be.
Telling everyone lies, you have it out for me.
Trap me in the corner when I try to leave.
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Chelsea Hates Me Elgin, South Carolina
Chelsea Hates Me is an experimental solo act made for people who’ve made a lot of mistakes. I retired this project
for
freebasedpropane.bandcamp.com/releases
Because contrary to THIS stage of my life, I'm now sober, and I've started taking responsibility for what I do.
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