... well... we do, but it's more than that to us...
WE TELL STORIES
BECAUSE WE WANT TO FEEL
We know what it feels like to not be seen. Some of us have felt unseen and misunderstood our whole lives. Some may think it's best to run away from feeling that, but we run towards it, fearlessly.
This doesn't mean we're completely reckless; we revere our hardships, pain, trauma, etc. Our goal is to give it a name - to acknowledge it exists and validate ourselves in knowing the hard times suck; they really do.
Ultimately, we want an escape; we know a few others who do as well. We tell stories to give a big ole' middle finger to the baggage that accompany them; we do it creatively to show it that we're better.
My soul's hopeless / tired and torn sick of aching and longing for some kind of solace or healing touch 'cause life's too dreadful / it's a cowardly slut
But I'll be faithful / tried and true 'cause I'm afraid of losing you staying loyal, thick and thin will bring us towards tomorrow's end
Never been so low before still I know that there must be more than all this suffering / all this shame perhaps my dying could be my gain
But I'll be faithful / tried and true 'cause I'm afraid of losing you staying loyal, thick and thin will bring us towards tomorrow's end
Days and dollars go by without me blind ambition has left me empty on and on and on, to no end down the road we know is crumbling
Thought by now I'd want for nothing turns out all I have is nothing
EMPTY
EMPTY
My soul's hopeless / tired and torn sick of aching and longing for some kind of solace or healing touch 'cause life's too dreadful / it's a cowardly slut
But I'll be faithful / tried and true 'cause I'm afraid of losing you staying loyal, thick and thin will bring us towards tomorrow's end
Never been so low before still I know that there must be more than all this suffering / all this shame perhaps my dying could be my gain
But I'll be faithful / tried and true 'cause I'm afraid of losing you staying loyal, thick and thin will bring us towards tomorrow's end
Days and dollars go by without me blind ambition has left me empty on and on and on, to no end down the road we know is crumbling
Thought by now I'd want for nothing turns out all I have is nothing
