Lyrics Real Leather - Kaonashi

Real Leather

Open the door to him standing there
«Have a seat in that leather chair»
Scratching, sweating, tapping on the floor
What did I even come here for?
«How were you as a child?
Were you weird?
A nerd?
Misunderstood?
Were you a problem child?
How tall are you?
What does this picture remind you of?»
Why would it matter anyway?
I don’t need to be saved
Read between the white lines
I’m dependent
On this shit
Wish I could quit
But I’m stuck to the script
The pills, they make me feel real
They make me feel fake, make this go away
All day, they shake and shake and shake
Take what’s on your mind and get it off your chest
That broken heart on your sleeve tells me you’re not like the rest
The white pills and white lies that they taught you
About anti-depressants in high school
Take what’s on your mind and get it off your chest
That broken heart on your sleeve tells me you’re not like the rest
The white pills and white lies that they taught you
About anti-depressants in high school
Where’s the lighter?
Where’s the lighter?
Where’s the, where’s the lighter?
Where’s the lighter?
Fuck it
Don’t take out
Your wisdom teeth and then ask me for advice
I know your type;
Predatory appetite, come take a bite
Every doctor, every nurse, every therapist, every counselor
Every time
Leave me alone, I’m fine
But they never fucking listen
Why won’t you fucking listen?
High all the time, like a lowlife, I know it’s not right
I just want to feel normal
High all the time, like a lowlife, I know it’s not right
I just want to feel something
Take what’s on your mind and get it off your chest
That broken heart on your sleeve tells me you’re not like the rest
The white pills and white lies that they taught you
About anti-depressants in high school
Take what’s on your mind and get it off your chest
That broken heart on your sleeve tells me you’re not like the rest
The white pills and white lies that they taught you
About anti-depressants in high school
Dumb junkie dropout who gave up and copped out
For sympathy and empathy is dead now
She’s better off underground
No one remembers him now
Just one more teen who went straight for plan B
And picked death over his fucking family
Pronounced dead at the scene
Sucker with low self-esteem
It rained in Philly today
But it always rains in my head, radio Thom Yorke
Tell him to cheer me up
See, who gives a fuck?
You really want to know what’s on my mind?
I want to die
That was the longest walk home from my first session
Don’t ask me these questions, don’t get the wrong impression
I’m fine, I don’t need a lesson, I hate this fucking school
And this chair is uncomfortable