Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 1991, artist - Covey. Date of issue: 17.06.2021
Song language: English
1991 |
| Take a sip from the cup of piping hot procrastination |
| That’s another sleepless night from all my sleep hallucinations |
| Point my finger at the cause |
| Mom hates dad and dad hates mom |
| But they did pretty well to salvage something broken since the year of '91 |
| A different home every year creates an oddly scattered head |
| Filled with unproductive thoughts that pair with existential dread |
| I am in desperate need of therapy but cannot pay the bills |
| How do you put a price on mental health |
| Whilst everybody’s burning |
| I’ll rest with this in my guts |
| As I’m forced through the incinerator |
| It’s cold, it’s calculated |
| It won’t stop til I’m obliterated |
| Two years ago you came to visit my completely empty home |
| We built a tree out of the cardboard that we found out on the streets |
| We spent our Christmas at the dollar store and you cried a lot that morning |
| Said you hated this whole situation right as mom was calling |
| I’ll rest with this in my guts |
| As I’m forced through the incinerator |
| It’s cold, it’s calculated |
| It won’t stop til I’m obliterated |
| I wasn’t an easy child |
| I was stubborn to the core |
| Filled with a distrust in authority and a new found feeling |
| I did not understand |
| Which grew and manifested in this hollow home that creaked and splintered |
| With every step I took |
| Well I’m sorry mom, and I’m sorry dad |
| I’m sorry Sammy for the distance and the aftermath that stained and desecrated |
| the person that I am today |
| The sour discoloration fills my day to day |
| I’ll rest with this in my guts |
| As I’m forced through the incinerator |
| It’s cold, it’s calculated |
| It won’t stop til I’m obliterated |