I don't know why I get like this...
Worried, anxious, so jealous,
sick to my stomach, frozen in my mind.
But these aren't butterflies.
Never the good kind.
Distractions are key,
just gotta move my own feet.
Keep on going!
No one can stop me, I'm free,
so alive, as happy as can be!
Yeah right! I wish.
All I wanna do is leave.
I don't wanna have to scream.
I don't want myself to bleed.
It's not worth my efforts.
It's a waste of my time,
when all of my feelings upon you rely.
Do you love me? Wanna keep me?
Do you need me? Still want me,
or is this all a lie? Oh
‘Cause I don't know how to tell... Oh no.
I don't know how to tell.
Is there somebody else?
I don't know how to tell!
I don't know how you put me under this spell.
I shouldn't have to fight this hard.
Why do you ignore me?
You tell me it's okay, I “don't gotta worry.”
I know that they say happiness
shouldn't depend on someone else.
But other souls will grab a hold over your heart.
Like it or not they'll tear it apart.
Don't know what to say...
Don't know what to sing...
So I'll say these words
to fill in the space:
what comes to mind to pass the time.
I hope it's alright that every line rhymes.
I'm over your lies.
Just look at my eyes.
It's no surprise you're taking sides.
I shouldn't have tried. I know your type.
I see past that disguise.
Discontent, unsatisfied,
tired of settling and compromise.
Do this instead: give up on trying.
Dying, dying. I feel like I'm dying.
My heart is aching.
All I feel like is crying.
Tired, tired, just tired of it all.
I’m wired, wired for a different call.
This isn't living; I'm not alive.
I'm not happy with this kind of life.
Lately all it comes down to is strife.
How can I be happy when I feel like
I'm being stabbed with a knife?
I don't know how to tell.
Is there somebody else?
I don't know how to tell!
I don't know how you put me under this spell.
Paralyzed, traumatized, torn up by fear,
terrified, aching eyes swollen by tears.
Longing sighs. Petty lies from all I hold dear.
Unsatisfied (paralyzed), compromise (traumatized),
do this instead (torn up by fear).
Paralyzed by fear (terrified), by hurt,
by something unfound (aching eyes swollen
by tears), we don't know the reason why.
Stuck (longing sighs) on the ground
(petty lies) 'cause these butterflies
won't let us fly away (from all I hold dear).
Stuck (unsatisfied) on the ground (compromise)
‘cause these butterflies won’t let us fly away
(do this instead).
credits
from Frantic Endeavor,
released May 26, 2017
Music by Frantic Endeavor
A compilation of rollicking cuts from this Australian post-punk band that plays like a hybrid of the Velvets and the Stooges. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 3, 2017
