MADNESS DOESN'T PLAY

T.R.E.A.M.
D.I.Y.
WISHLIST


if the world would stop making me feel invincible,
i would probably stop doing this shit.


What I would give to be at SXSW. 

What I would give to be at SXSW. 

"You said sing from your joy
You sound bored, you sound annoyed
You can’t keep what you did not have
Can’t even get it back
So go right from your spine
Tell the truth and you’ll be fine
So what if the truth is just another lie
No one seems to mind, no one seems to mind
No one seems to mind.

Sour grapes and the joke goes bad
Same smirk, same bullshit laugh
It’s the egg on my face when I can’t go back
I didn’t plan for that, I didn’t plan for that
I didn’t plan for that, I didn’t play for that
I didn’t plan for that.”

I thought I was in love.
It felt like it from close up.
But someplace to spill my blood
was all it ever was.

I felt I was in debt,
each night spent in your bed.
A dream I let drop dead
and never had again.

You were the moon held high.
You broke black with your clean light.
You’re words I can’t say right
anytime I try.

You said, “Sing from your joy!
You sound bored, you sound annoyed.
You can’t keep what you did not have;
can’t even give it back.

So go, write from your spine.
Tell the truth and you’ll be fine.
So what if your truth’s just another lie?
No one seems to mind.”

These sour grapes when the joke goes bad.
This same smirk, same bullshit laugh.
The egg on my face when I can’t go back,
I didn’t plan for that.
I didn’t plan for that.
I didn’t plan for that.
I didn’t plan for that.
I didn’t plan for that.

No words. 

"La petite mort, I’m asking for an answer
La petite mort you sang until you slept
La petite mort, you took yourself, you bastard
La petite mort, the sleeping’s all that’s left

You took apart the sympathetic angle
You catered to the bitterness inside
Resigned yourself to depths I couldn’t handle
A million daily deaths before you’ll die

I gathered a bouquet of roses and posies
I straightened my tie
When I got there
you were nowhere I could find

Through layer after layer of subconscious
I hunted for a reason in the woods
I took apart the map and started backwards
I couldn’t picture living there for good

And I left you there to finish setting fires
And I left you there to propagate your lie
I left you there, cause honey, I was tired
I left you but that doesn’t make it right

I remember your bedroom
ivy and clover
It kept me alive
Knives drawn, butcher world waitin’ outside

La petite mort, I’m asking for an answer
La petite mort you sang until you slept
La petite mort, you took yourself, you bastard
La petite mort, the sleeping’s all that’s left

Knives drawn, the butcher world waiting outside”