ITT: post lyrics that describe how you feel

Where’s my sex?
I thought it was here
Under the bench
But it isn’t there

>>73735899
mother I tried do believe me
I'm doing the best that can
I'm ashamed of things I've been put through
I'm ashamed of the person I am

>>73735899
I want a good life with a nose for things
Fresh wind and bright sky to enjoy my suffering

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>I know you're coming for the people like me. But we all got wood and nails. We turned out in hate factories

Jesus Christ...

The hospital asked should the body be cast
Before I say goodbye, my star in the sky
Such a funny thought to wrap you up in cloth
Do you find it all right, my dragonfly?

>I don't feel love
>I don't feel anything
>I don't feel anything where this love should be

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>>73736346
>we're all gonna die

...

>>73736113

most lyrics off this album desu

>>73736517
Yes.

>>73735918
Apparently this song was written after Rivers Cuomo's daughter accidentally said "sex" one time when she tried to say socks.

>shitting one's self

MY WHOLE LIFE
MY WHOLE FUCKING LIFE
MY WHOLE LIFE
MY WHOLE FUCKING LIFE

smother the mothers carcass in the blood of her infants

DROP OUT OF LIFE WITH BONG IN HAND

I JUST NEED SOMEONE TO LOVE

>>73735899
cringe

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>>73736113
i never see yhf lyrics written down, i think i underrate tweedy's writing just because i've listened to so much of it

see pic related, from the brave little abacus' underrated demos EP, Adam was (is?) an incredible talent and a psychiatric case

>we organise via property as power
>slavehood and freedom, imperial purple
>pax romana
>suckled by a she-wolf, we turn against our brother

Yes, I can rap and no, I am not from Compton
England is my city

>We degrade ourselves, but we dig our own graves
>You said all my life would be in vain if I gave up on anything I knew to be true
>I am open, and I am torn apart. I am naked, and I am impure. I am sexless, and I am foul
>These are the things I hold onto. These are the things I use to deceive myself. I line them up in front of me. I judge them carefully. Then I throw them all away.
>I am a small man. I am not a dangerous man. I love a child. I love a beautiful child. I love a beautiful idea.
>Though we'll deceive ourselves, you can trust me now. It's not unusual, because I love you
> Hold onto my unborn hand. Feel what I'll never be. Need me badly. Need what I have. Need what I am.
>I am selfish, I am unborn. Need my love. Need my fake love. Need what I make you become.
>We are perfect. We were born in the sight of God. Our suffering bodies will suffer no more.

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>Those things we say in consolation may ring hollow
>And I am swallowing too much seawater and may die
>If not by drowning then by dehydration
>Defeated in panic or agony, do not fucking console me
>Do not offer to throw me a rope
>My coping mechanism is the same that threatens to kill me

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>>73735899


SHE FUCKING HATES ME
I TRIED TO HARD AND SHE TORE MY FEELINGS LIKE I HAD NONE, AND RIPPED THEM AWAY.


cringy song i know, but im feeling the shit out of it right now

>>73735899
Unty is that you?

MOST RECENT PURCHASE OLD BLACK ROPE GONNA LEARN HOW TIE IT HANG IT IN MY CHAMBER PERFECT REMINDER OCCULT IM MADE OF

>if young love is just a game then I must have missed the kickoff

Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry
Happiness I cannot feel and love to me is so unreal

You
You are so special
You have the talent
To make me feel like dirt

And you
You use your talent
To dig me under
And cover me with dirt