EQAO

i'm just a grown-up, burnt-out, would-be gifted kid,
and maybe you'll do better than i did.

it's a horrid thing to swallow,
it's a bitter fucking pill,
it's an awful realization -
i am reeling from it still.
see, they may say you've got potential,
but you have to have the will
because potential doesn't pay
the fucking bills.

no, potential doesn't pay the fucking bills.

if depression were a song

the sun is up, the sky is bright,
i've watched the day blind out the night -
and still i lay hidden out of sight;
the sun is up, the sky is bright.

i'm sorry you can't see it,
'cause it's all inside my head -
it's a beautiful morning
and i can't get out of bed.

the day begins in blazing dawn,
but i will keep my curtains drawn.
i fade away - the world turns on.
the day begins in blazing dawn.

i'm sorry you can't see it,
'cause it's all inside my head -
it's a beautiful morning
and i can't get out of bed.

it's not like i can't see the light,
but shadow seems to stick.
i've tried my best to be alright,
but baby, i am sick.

the morning comes; i knew it would.
and i don't cry, although i could.
i tell myself that life is good.
the morning comes; i knew it would.

i'm sorry you can't see it,
'cause it's all inside my head -
it's a beautiful morning
and i can't get out of bed.

growing pains

i've got issues, i've got chapters, i've got seasons,
i've got all these stupid problems and zero stupid reasons.
if you ask me why it hurts, i'll tell you i don't know
but it hurts until it doesn't; it hurts until we grow.