
Date of issue: 26.10.2017
Song language: English
I'm Almost Happy Here |
I think I’m almost happy here |
But I will never regret venturing despite fear |
Because everyone wanted me to see that we could not thrive |
So if this is reality |
Then I guess I don’t regret the nights I thought that I had died |
'Cause sometimes I feel like nothing, and nothing ever changes |
When changes consume me through these changing stages |
Everything we could have done differently is now just a memory |
And the love I hoped for is hanging on a rope |
And it’s funny how artistic we become when our hearts are broken |
Through this constant collapse, the thought of relapse |
I guess it’s safe to throw our bones back in the sea |
I guess it’s safe to throw our bones back in the sea |
With this saltwater for blood and fear of falling in love |
I’m almost happy here, but I’m still moving |
I just want us to run wild, young beauty |
Because I always thought I would be okay |
And some days, I still feel the same |
But every day the same way I feel afraid to embrace grace |
'Cause I know I don’t deserve it |
And I know that I can’t earn this |
And I know that I can hurt this heart that I have grown within |
But it’s a given to even someone as sick as me |
Now I can breathe seeing that I’m not living in apathy |
So I guess we’ll throw our bones back into the sea |
I guess it’s safe to throw our bones back into the sea |
Come with me and I hope I stay alive |
Because ghosts can’t love through this broke love |
And turn to above in a quick dash |
Feel the impact on this car crash, and pray to God I can be forgiven |
And have my friends back |
Where we sleep is where we dream, and I haven’t slept for days |
REM cycles are a memory of when I was sitting in a dorm room |
Thinking of how much greener the grass would be |
If I became a touring act someday |
But now I’m dreaming or sinking |
Most nights they feel the same, since I can lose one friend |
Lose all friends, and still not keep those demons at bay |
And I said all my friends are trees with the roots in the earth |
What hurts is that the branches in a community |
We’ve labeled our hearts into a collective scene |
Into a collective faithless dream |
Of empty courage and empty hearts |
Hollow light, hollow lovers, always falling apart |
So I’ll love life and let go |
And try my best to understand there’s nothing new to know |
Though I didn’t say it’s true, I still feel the same |
Like I died with you, and I feel the strain |
Taking two steps back on these wooden floorboards |
I’ll beg for more, and pray this isn’t just a retrospective moment |
Not just a soul begging for catharsis |
But rather the start of a new me and a real movement |
God forgive me |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Nothing Was the Same | 2015 |
Wooden Floorboards | 2015 |
I Died With You | 2015 |
Alcoholocaust | 2016 |
Run Wild, Young Beauty | 2015 |
Love Life, Let Go | 2015 |
Where We Sleep Is Where We Dream | 2016 |
July (Part One) | 2015 |
August (Part Two) | 2015 |
Nothing Was Different | 2015 |
Broke Love | 2016 |
Constant Conclusions | 2015 |
Ten Steps Forward | 2015 |
I Think You See Where This Is Headed | 2016 |
Lesser | 2016 |
Two Steps Back | 2015 |
Saltwater For Blood | 2016 |
Lose One Friend | 2014 |
Nicole | 2014 |
813 Maryland St. | 2015 |