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Letters Home (demo)

by Webster's New World

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This is a demo of a song I wrote last summer and have been sitting on. I'd like to record an album proper here soon. We'll see.

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I don't want to complicate things
It's not impossible
Would you believe that I don't want to cause you any kind of pain?
Cause when you've felt it
The way I've felt these last three years
You don't want to see anyone else go through the same

I'm carrying all of my stress in my shoulders
This herbal tea I bought for twelve dollars
Better start pulling its fucking weight around here

I'm staring at the silence in the face
Running out of chalk to count the days
Where I force myself to wake up
Then force myself to stay awake
I'm missing out on all of the good times
That I should apparently be having
In my bedroom with my blinds drawn
Is my new idea of being happy
At least for now

I'm staring out the window
Of a plane from Germany
Glossy-eyed and losing my mind
More than hours I've lost sleep
And I'm writing
For the first time in six weeks
Of city streets and magazines
In languages I can't read

I'm getting tired of all of these people
And the pressure on my eardrums
Isn't motivating them to get anything done
I'm staring at the silence in the face
Running out of chalk to count the days
Where I force myself to wake up
Then force myself to stay awake
I'm missing out on all of the good times
That I should apparently be having
In my bedroom with my blinds drawn
Is my new idea of being happy
At least for now

I know it's hard
To comprehend
That I pretend
When I say I'm okay to my friends
It's a lie
That I'm doing fine
But that seems to be the only thought
On everybody's mind

I wonder if I should go
And stand out in the snow
And let my fingers turn black from the cold

I'm staring at the silence in the face
Running out of chalk to count the days
Where I force myself to wake up
Then force myself to stay awake
I'm missing out on all of the good times
That I should apparently be having
In my bedroom with my blinds drawn
Is my new idea of being happy
At least for now

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released September 23, 2018

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