"all i ever will be" lyrics
I was running from everybody else
And just isolating myself constantly
Until I got to the point where I realized
The problem is rooted in myself, you know?
But, you don't really realize that when you're in the midst of it
You just kinda assume the worst in everything around you
Including yourself
So take all that stress, decompress it
And hang it up right at the door
Feeling like this isn't fun anymore
Not that it ever was
But lately everyone's
Misunderstanding what's really import
Tantalizing sights and feelings ignored
Paths to get over, it never explored
Overgrown nothingness stemmed from destruction
Its deeply embedded beneath all my subsidence
Goodness gracious, I'm so cold
My body's filled with brittle bones
They'll break and bend as I grow old
I hope your hand is mine to hold
Goodness gracious, I'm alone
Broken my sticks and thrown my stones
I'll go somewhere where no one knows me
I don't mind being this lonely
So maybe it's grim but I'll spill on a whim about all that I think
My thoughts subside 'till I'm pushed to the brink
Miscalculated, so often equated
This shits so insane, I think I need a shrink
Traumatized with flies that hatch in my head
Metamorphosis ensued till I'm dead
It's funny how they can grow
Little do they all know
Their home is rotting and damn near condemned
Dissociation, deserting my patience
I don't think I'll wake up and realize
The feeling that's vacant, no communication
Is simply leaving me terrorized
I see all of these faces inside of the places
That only exist when I close my eyes
So if this is a phase that is bound to erase
Then I guess that I ought to just give it time
Goodness gracious, I'm so cold
My body's filled with brittle bones
They'll break and bend as I grow old
I hope your hand is mine to hold
Goodness gracious, I'm alone
Broken my sticks and thrown my stones
I'll go somewhere where no one knows me
I don't mind being this lonely
All I ever will be
Is someone that'll kill me
A parasitic headfuck
Monotonous and willing
All I ever wished for
Is sanity by 24, but
I never got that, I never got that
And just isolating myself constantly
Until I got to the point where I realized
The problem is rooted in myself, you know?
But, you don't really realize that when you're in the midst of it
You just kinda assume the worst in everything around you
Including yourself
So take all that stress, decompress it
And hang it up right at the door
Feeling like this isn't fun anymore
Not that it ever was
But lately everyone's
Misunderstanding what's really import
Tantalizing sights and feelings ignored
Paths to get over, it never explored
Overgrown nothingness stemmed from destruction
Its deeply embedded beneath all my subsidence
Goodness gracious, I'm so cold
My body's filled with brittle bones
They'll break and bend as I grow old
I hope your hand is mine to hold
Goodness gracious, I'm alone
Broken my sticks and thrown my stones
I'll go somewhere where no one knows me
I don't mind being this lonely
So maybe it's grim but I'll spill on a whim about all that I think
My thoughts subside 'till I'm pushed to the brink
Miscalculated, so often equated
This shits so insane, I think I need a shrink
Traumatized with flies that hatch in my head
Metamorphosis ensued till I'm dead
It's funny how they can grow
Little do they all know
Their home is rotting and damn near condemned
Dissociation, deserting my patience
I don't think I'll wake up and realize
The feeling that's vacant, no communication
Is simply leaving me terrorized
I see all of these faces inside of the places
That only exist when I close my eyes
So if this is a phase that is bound to erase
Then I guess that I ought to just give it time
Goodness gracious, I'm so cold
My body's filled with brittle bones
They'll break and bend as I grow old
I hope your hand is mine to hold
Goodness gracious, I'm alone
Broken my sticks and thrown my stones
I'll go somewhere where no one knows me
I don't mind being this lonely
All I ever will be
Is someone that'll kill me
A parasitic headfuck
Monotonous and willing
All I ever wished for
Is sanity by 24, but
I never got that, I never got that
Writer(s): Nicholas Kerr Carpenter
