Lyrics: Starship 92
Dreamy morning,
Call it meta write a story cut
Falling down I feel the glory, but
Falling up, I know the story,
The bread is bread (it looks like poison)
Here for a season
You are the reason
I fear, and I struggle, but I believe it
Welcome to trauma
I miss revelation without medication
You know
I felt the story, exploit my purgatory
It's slow
Could you look me in the eye and tell me all that was low
We've been set in lamentation, the version of me, the version I know
Dreamy morning
Became my dreamy afternoon
While in mourning
I assumed, the person I was
Was how you made me to be
Yet through the deceit, from whomever,
Doesn't matter, while together
Personifying you only gave me hate, why
Right now it's either sleep wait or die, can you feel it inside
Would you rather me live a lie
Or live or die, I told on tight, it gives I can't and you wonder why, anyway
Welcome to trauma
I miss revelation without medication
You know
I felt the story, exploit my purgatory
It's slow
Could you look me in the eye and tell me all that was low
We've been set in lamentation, the version of me, the version I know
Just a kid
With earned money in his pocket
For a dream or a fear of college
Eternity burning right into the back of his eye sockets
His identity's regret
And he never set, down, all because of the shaky ground,
And to his pain, He heard the sound his heart made he couldn't lock it
And you ran in and shocked it
If a boy is a gun then you cocked it
But never shot it, cause then I would burn up
Please shut up
We know that lately, you're messing with us
Scaring away the less than honest men
We've been set in lamentation, the version I know
We could never go back
To the places, last known embraces
we still feel
I could never feel back
That's all that's real, focus, there are no faces
Couldn't we agree, to go to heaven
I don't get what the leaven, has to do with it
Tell me why did you promise you would go through with it
The words travel, through time
The gavel strikes, look at your soul, and mine
I've seen the worst
Of man's creation
Turn mental health to a broken game
Manipulation shook me, it took me, see, how are we the sameDreamy morning,
Call it meta write a story cut
Falling down I feel the glory, but
Falling up, I know the story,
The bread is bread (it looks like poison)
Here for a season
You are the reason
I fear, and I struggle, but I believe it
Welcome to trauma
I miss revelation without medication
You know
I felt the story, exploit my purgatory
It's slow
Could you look me in the eye and tell me all that was low
We've been set in lamentation, the version of me, the version I know
Dreamy morning
Became my dreamy afternoon
While in mourning
I assumed, the person I was
Was how you made me to be
Yet through the deceit, from whomever,
Doesn't matter, while together
Personifying you only gave me hate, why
Right now it's either sleep wait or die, can you feel it inside
Would you rather me live a lie
Or live or die, I told on tight, it gives I can't and you wonder why, anyway
Welcome to trauma
I miss revelation without medication
You know
I felt the story, exploit my purgatory
It's slow
Could you look me in the eye and tell me all that was low
We've been set in lamentation, the version of me, the version I know
Just a kid
With earned money in his pocket
For a dream or a fear of college
Eternity burning right into the back of his eye sockets
His identity's regret
And he never set, down, all because of the shaky ground,
And to his pain, He heard the sound his heart made he couldn't lock it
And you ran in and shocked it
If a boy is a gun then you cocked it
But never shot it, cause then I would burn up
Please shut up
We know that lately, you're messing with us
Scaring away the less than honest men
We've been set in lamentation, the version I know
We could never go back
To the places, last known embraces
we still feel
I could never feel back
That's all that's real, focus, there are no faces
Couldn't we agree, to go to heaven
I don't get what the leaven, has to do with it
Tell me why did you promise you would go through with it
The words travel, through time
The gavel strikes, look at your soul, and mine
I've seen the worst
Of man's creation
Turn mental health to a broken game
Manipulation shook me, it took me, see, how are we the same