Yeah by Colleen Dow

The world starts to look small
When your only view of the city is
Your bedroom walls
Oh my friends,
They don’t care when I slip into self despair

So I'll cry myself to sleep
For the third goddamn time this week
Hoping that one day
I’ll learn to love this place

It’s just most days I feel so fucking stupid
Won’t get out of bed, wishing i was dead
Would it matter if I disappeared
Just evaporated into the atmosphere

Would you cry, I probably wouldn’t
The air I take could stop being wasted
On these fickle thoughts, complex daydreams,
My constant wondering
Of the meaning of all of this, of everything
Maybe I'll finally accept
The answer’s nothing
I’m probably just being pessimistic
Letting myself get carried away

• Alternative
• CYLS
• Colleen Dow
• Count Your Lucky Stars
• Indie
• Twee
• Yeah
• alternative pop
• dream pop
• indie
• indie pop
• Chicago