POS from DAYMARE by borot
The working title for this was "Egregious Use of Delay Throws", but after what I've done to it it's not so egregious anymore. It's an amalgamation of about 3 different unused songs (hence why it's over 3 hundred words long), one of which will soon turn 3 years old. When I exported the first version it my was favourite out of all of these, and I was convinced it was the biggest success in terms of how I imagined it in my head vs. the final product, and then I kept coming back to it and changing bits and listening until I got sick of and now I'm not happy with it anymore. FUN.
It also looks like an absolute mess in the DAW. Why are there 50 tracks.
Tracklist
| 6. | POS | 4:05 |
Lyrics
When you said it, did you really mean it?
I can't draw the line without competing
Another stranger adds onto the minefield
Not one law cares if you're unhappy
Hey, my friend! I envy what you hate!
I'm writing poems looking through one-way glass pane
While you're on the floor, your eyes are red
I'm inventing a brand new type of dread
Say it! You mean it!
Who could've guessed...
It's news to no one but waiting
and hoping and simply wishing
it'll lead to improvement
is a sign to get off your ass
And it won't be the burning train,
the crashing plane, the spectacle
It will fade away,
your contributions were negligible
So I'll keep on waiting
'til there's nothing left to wait for, 'til I'm gone
Your time is wasted
in my presence when I act can't like I'm alive
So I'll keep on waiting
'til there's nothing left to wait for, 'til I'm gone
Your time is wasted
in the presence of a person who can't act like one
Hey, my friend, I changed my mind again
I don't want any fight or argument!
Your troubles aren't mine, alright?
I want to be alone all night
I'm out of sight, out of my mind
My presence's a waste of sun's warm light
My intentions aren't as pure as I deemed them to be...
I can't will into existence a sense of normalcy
And I can't apologize, in prose or poetry
Will you accept my new derivative scheme?
Say out loud what I refuse to see,
"Is this how you'll remember me?"
The last thing that you'll wanna hear
will be:
"Gimme one more year, man
trust me, I just need more time alone,
I need one more year to
justify why I've been at this for so long."
"Gimme one more year and
trust me, I just need more time alone,
I just need more time alone,
I just need more time alone"
