Daydreaming by Aaditya Warrier Lyrics
I lived with my mom and I flew into rages
When I was supposed to be turning the pages
But there’s a time for everything they say
Staring at boards and books never helped
The dry wall is chipping, this room is a hell
And know, my eyes, they leak, and I’m in pain
But oh, I’m getting older
I’m running out of time to talk it out
I’ve been --
Daydreaming of how to rid me of myself
Daydreaming of every second spent in regret
Daydreaming of misery and loathing -- well
I’ve been in a tearing hurry to go
People assume that I'm shy, but the truth is
Never had much to say
I'm such a bore to myself, forget you or anyone else
And they may say that I'm pathetic
But wallowing in self pity’s my aesthetic
I’d like to claim that I never shed a tear
But oh, you’re getting older
You’re gonna see through me for what I am
Till I come clean, I won’t be fine
I’m a cliché, the angsty whiner
Daydreaming of how to rid me of myself (Till I come clean, I won’t be fine)
Daydreaming of every second spent in regret (I’m a cliché, the angsty whiner)
Daydreaming of misery and loathing -- well, (Till I come clean, I won’t be fine)
I’ve been in a tearing hurry-
To go
When I was supposed to be turning the pages
But there’s a time for everything they say
Staring at boards and books never helped
The dry wall is chipping, this room is a hell
And know, my eyes, they leak, and I’m in pain
But oh, I’m getting older
I’m running out of time to talk it out
I’ve been --
Daydreaming of how to rid me of myself
Daydreaming of every second spent in regret
Daydreaming of misery and loathing -- well
I’ve been in a tearing hurry to go
People assume that I'm shy, but the truth is
Never had much to say
I'm such a bore to myself, forget you or anyone else
And they may say that I'm pathetic
But wallowing in self pity’s my aesthetic
I’d like to claim that I never shed a tear
But oh, you’re getting older
You’re gonna see through me for what I am
Till I come clean, I won’t be fine
I’m a cliché, the angsty whiner
Daydreaming of how to rid me of myself (Till I come clean, I won’t be fine)
Daydreaming of every second spent in regret (I’m a cliché, the angsty whiner)
Daydreaming of misery and loathing -- well, (Till I come clean, I won’t be fine)
I’ve been in a tearing hurry-
To go