o how i love this song
sometimes in the morning i am petrified and cant move
awake but cannot open my eyes
and the weight is crushing down on my lungs
i know i cant breathe and hope someone will save me this time
and your mothers still calling you insane and high
swearing its different this time
and you tell her to give in to the demons that possess her
that god never blessed her in size
then you hang up the phone and feel badly for upsetting things
crawl back into bed to dream of a time
when your heart was open wide and you loved things just because
like the sick and the dying...
AND SOMETIMES WHEN YOU'RE ON
YOU'RE REALLY FUCKING ON
and your friends they sing along and they love you
but the lows are so extreme
that the good seems fucking cheap
and it teases you for weeks in its absence
but you'll fight and you'll make it through
you'll fake it if you have to
and you'll show up the world with a smile
you'll be better and you'll be smarter
and more grown up and a better daughter or son
and a real good friend
you'll be awake
you'll be alert
you'll be positive though it hurts
and you'll laugh and embrace all your friends
and you'll be a real good listener
you'll be honest, you'll be brave
you'll be handsome and you'll be beautiful
you'll be happy.
your ship may be coming in
you're weak but not givin in
to the cries and the wails of the valley below
and your ship may be coming in
you're weak but not giving in
and you'll fight it...
you'll go out fighting all of 'em.
- rilo kiley
you really need to scream out that part about being really fucking on. its the only way to do it man. sometimes i scream it out in my head. a lot. and i like to listen to this song and believe all the little things. that i will be happy. that i will be a better daughter. that i will fake it if i have to. and i'll be alert and awake... instead of muddled and cloudy. its funny how just the idea of being alert and awake on a daily basis... can sound so amazingly liberating and just something to strive for.
fuck the romanticized muddle. give me clarity. sometimes. ok i know i'm lying. i am the romanticized muddle. i wouldn't like myself if i were complete clarity. but sometimes, it sounds nice.
sometimes in the morning i am petrified and cant move
awake but cannot open my eyes
and the weight is crushing down on my lungs
i know i cant breathe and hope someone will save me this time
and your mothers still calling you insane and high
swearing its different this time
and you tell her to give in to the demons that possess her
that god never blessed her in size
then you hang up the phone and feel badly for upsetting things
crawl back into bed to dream of a time
when your heart was open wide and you loved things just because
like the sick and the dying...
AND SOMETIMES WHEN YOU'RE ON
YOU'RE REALLY FUCKING ON
and your friends they sing along and they love you
but the lows are so extreme
that the good seems fucking cheap
and it teases you for weeks in its absence
but you'll fight and you'll make it through
you'll fake it if you have to
and you'll show up the world with a smile
you'll be better and you'll be smarter
and more grown up and a better daughter or son
and a real good friend
you'll be awake
you'll be alert
you'll be positive though it hurts
and you'll laugh and embrace all your friends
and you'll be a real good listener
you'll be honest, you'll be brave
you'll be handsome and you'll be beautiful
you'll be happy.
your ship may be coming in
you're weak but not givin in
to the cries and the wails of the valley below
and your ship may be coming in
you're weak but not giving in
and you'll fight it...
you'll go out fighting all of 'em.
- rilo kiley
you really need to scream out that part about being really fucking on. its the only way to do it man. sometimes i scream it out in my head. a lot. and i like to listen to this song and believe all the little things. that i will be happy. that i will be a better daughter. that i will fake it if i have to. and i'll be alert and awake... instead of muddled and cloudy. its funny how just the idea of being alert and awake on a daily basis... can sound so amazingly liberating and just something to strive for.
fuck the romanticized muddle. give me clarity. sometimes. ok i know i'm lying. i am the romanticized muddle. i wouldn't like myself if i were complete clarity. but sometimes, it sounds nice.
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