Lyrics
I’m going to talk I’m searching with no reason If you think that’s weak My friend, that’s irritating Look away Look after your own body Get as far away as you can and play a game
You don’t love You just enjoy the fame I can tell you right now You’re not alone You can’t split the shame
There’s no difference in me There’s just a part that breaks It just needs fixing There’s a hole in my brain You can see through it But then you’re listening
If I bled or if I broke The romance might come back
It’s horrid here There isn’t any glory I can’t take the blame for what I’ve got to say I can’t drink so I can barely tell a story It’s not a slight The devil plays this game
There’s no difference in me It’s a broken heart It just needs mending There’s no holes in my brain There’s nothing there It isn’t real
If I bled or if I broke The romance might come back Then I can stop this track
We might be free If time could say The waves aren’t here We might get away
If you’ve got this far then thanks for hanging on We can drink to this when I get better You’ve got this love I’m gonna get through it Put me up I think it might be worth it Thank you for being a friend
Background
The album is an honest admission of pain. It shouts from the rooftops - broadcasts so that the next person can feel better and that I may get some help.
The message adds a warning to those who aren’t sympathetic. It’s fine, but you probably won’t enjoy this body of work.
It paints an ugly picture. Mental health is not pretty or glamorous. It is not attractive. It is not funny or charismatic. It is not desirable.
