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PERSONAL MILTON WADDAMS
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The Narcissist Cookbook
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I've realized that even when I'm up, I'm depressed My depression is separate to my emotion It's job is to isolate and attack any positive feelings And that's okay Like, that's okay I have lots of parts of me that have jobs I don't understand That buzz around poking and pinching at this and that Doing the job they were put there to do My depression is one of them It sits in my head with a big red stand marked "invalid" And dutifully voids and feelings of hope or faith or happiness Day up and day down Until days lose distinction And this poor little b*st*rd never, ever clocks out I mеan, is it waiting for me? To say "Hey, good job therе! Get some sleep!" Is it going to keep working harder and harder and harder Until I tell it its efforts have counter for something? That it wasn't just a mistake, Or just the product of a staggering error in judgment? Promoted not for its talent and work ethic But because someone somewhere f**ked up the paperwork? Your own personal Milton Waddams Someone to hear your prayers and drip-feed you problems And all it wants is to be it belongs there And then maybe it will... I don't know I want to say stop there But I don't think it needs to A part of me with a preternatural knack for finding the tiniest speck of joy in a towering stack of meaningless data? I could use someone like that Give it more sociable hours And some backdated holiday pay And that f**king stamp, the one marked "invalid" I'll buy my depression a new one that says something better And if it still prefers the old one Then maybe I'll just chisel off the first two letters
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