Fricked by Summerbruise Lyrics
How do you choose to be alone
When the devil that you know
Still keeps you warm
It’s a moving sidewalk
So doing nothing wrong
Is not enough anymore
You’re heading down that path
Unless you do the math
And you go twice as fast the other way
But if you just sit still you’re stuck
You’re bound to go that way
Well sitting still’s kinda been my thing these days
Natalie depends on me for structure and consistency
But she’s the one reminding me to eat
And sleep
If I can’t even take care of myself
Then I’m not sure what the hell
I ever thought that I could teach
That leaves me caught between
Reluctantly trying to be a role model
While praying she grows up to be
Anyone but me
It’s not too late for her
But it’s too late for me
To be anyone but me
I only get this way after a rough day or if I’m drunk
But all my days are rough and I’m always druuuuuunk!
When every last distraction
Or medicated lack thereof
Can only come up short won’t be enough
To clear up all the traffic in my head
Or the static in my blood
It’s not just bad moods or bad habits
It’s the fact that I am stuck
Counting bus stops
Obsessing over Jayne from that sharpless show
I think I put my name wrong in her phone
Spend the ride back to crown heights
Thinking of what it would be like
If the world were anything like mine
What a fucking joke
When the devil that you know
Still keeps you warm
It’s a moving sidewalk
So doing nothing wrong
Is not enough anymore
You’re heading down that path
Unless you do the math
And you go twice as fast the other way
But if you just sit still you’re stuck
You’re bound to go that way
Well sitting still’s kinda been my thing these days
Natalie depends on me for structure and consistency
But she’s the one reminding me to eat
And sleep
If I can’t even take care of myself
Then I’m not sure what the hell
I ever thought that I could teach
That leaves me caught between
Reluctantly trying to be a role model
While praying she grows up to be
Anyone but me
It’s not too late for her
But it’s too late for me
To be anyone but me
I only get this way after a rough day or if I’m drunk
But all my days are rough and I’m always druuuuuunk!
When every last distraction
Or medicated lack thereof
Can only come up short won’t be enough
To clear up all the traffic in my head
Or the static in my blood
It’s not just bad moods or bad habits
It’s the fact that I am stuck
Counting bus stops
Obsessing over Jayne from that sharpless show
I think I put my name wrong in her phone
Spend the ride back to crown heights
Thinking of what it would be like
If the world were anything like mine
What a fucking joke