CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Laurel Leaf (Anhedonia)
So
We were sleeping and then I heard a sound in the living room
And Daddy came to go check
And then [? 0:10] it's a body
And, and, I don't know [?], like
The body had, like, a speaker in its hand
And, and then [?] goes, dun-dun-dun-da
All the things I told myself and I heard nothing
Every lie I sold myself 'til I quit buying
Found the inner activist and killed her quiet
Buried under processing, but she's been climbing
Up in my tree, I have all I could really need
And the fork in my tongue troubles no one
Shame and relief to be finally, truly seen
As I am, as I'll be, as I'vе been
All the nights I cut myself and I felt nothing
Murdеr every messenger, but they keep coming
Cultivate your loneliness 'til you're a loner
Cradle your anxiety and anhedonia
Down at the end of your day in the mess you've made
And the bones of your bed, she's a shipwreck
What's in a name or a face or a garden grave?
Stomach-sick at the turn of the trick
Left waiting on the airlift out
Stuck straining for the punchline now
Worry away your pretensions of guile and grace
What's the last thing you said?: "God's a basehead
Spinning in place, never fazed by the risks he takes"
Then you fell through the floor on a low, so pure
When you spread at the surf, did your teeth hurt?
Almost awake, I await a redemption day
Laurel leaf, you'll be all I can see
All the signs I showed myself and I saw nothing
All the signs I showed myself and I saw nothing
We were sleeping and then I heard a sound in the living room
And Daddy came to go check
And then [? 0:10] it's a body
And, and, I don't know [?], like
The body had, like, a speaker in its hand
And, and then [?] goes, dun-dun-dun-da
All the things I told myself and I heard nothing
Every lie I sold myself 'til I quit buying
Found the inner activist and killed her quiet
Buried under processing, but she's been climbing
Up in my tree, I have all I could really need
And the fork in my tongue troubles no one
Shame and relief to be finally, truly seen
As I am, as I'll be, as I'vе been
All the nights I cut myself and I felt nothing
Murdеr every messenger, but they keep coming
Cultivate your loneliness 'til you're a loner
Cradle your anxiety and anhedonia
Down at the end of your day in the mess you've made
And the bones of your bed, she's a shipwreck
What's in a name or a face or a garden grave?
Stomach-sick at the turn of the trick
Left waiting on the airlift out
Stuck straining for the punchline now
Worry away your pretensions of guile and grace
What's the last thing you said?: "God's a basehead
Spinning in place, never fazed by the risks he takes"
Then you fell through the floor on a low, so pure
When you spread at the surf, did your teeth hurt?
Almost awake, I await a redemption day
Laurel leaf, you'll be all I can see
All the signs I showed myself and I saw nothing
All the signs I showed myself and I saw nothing
