Sometimes you have a headache before you go onstage and it doesn’t go away until the end and I don’t feel my voice or my lips and people just stare and I just keep my glasses close.
People say it’s the best performance but I’ve seen myself nearly drop the guitar twice and the screaming sounded like me once and it had been the pain back into the arm and I see myself with flu the next day and people just stare
I hate small venues
My voice breaks breaks
And it collapses as I see myself on the stage and Daniel pouring water on me and I stand up
Nothing happens
The song just ends with the water in my hand as I sip and put it back
To come back to another song
With no headache
This time with clenched teeth and the glasses loose
And fingers wobble, the song ends up being so long
Collapse please
All of you
Stop staring and giving me my headache back
Sometimes you just get paranoia and the thoughts just whirl even if you sing and the lyrics are like a tattoo, sting, itch and are seen even on mute
Maybe it’s not me and I’m on the floor
More water at the end and I collapse
I don’t
Circular
Thinking
Which leaves you with fingers against your mouth
Scared
Please end Please end
Let me vomit in my own stage
With fear
I take off my glasses for a greater blur and I repeat the lines
Done sometimes
Last notes
Collapse
Pull the string
Stronger
Stronger
Blood upon my fingers
No blood
And the string is intact
Tingle
Hurl
Collapse
Blur
Heach
ache
Deviant's
People say it’s the best performance but I’ve seen myself nearly drop the guitar twice and the screaming sounded like me once and it had been the pain back into the arm and I see myself with flu the next day and people just stare
I hate small venues
My voice breaks breaks
And it collapses as I see myself on the stage and Daniel pouring water on me and I stand up
Nothing happens
The song just ends with the water in my hand as I sip and put it back
To come back to another song
With no headache
This time with clenched teeth and the glasses loose
And fingers wobble, the song ends up being so long
Collapse please
All of you
Stop staring and giving me my headache back
Sometimes you just get paranoia and the thoughts just whirl even if you sing and the lyrics are like a tattoo, sting, itch and are seen even on mute
Maybe it’s not me and I’m on the floor
More water at the end and I collapse
I don’t
Circular
Thinking
Which leaves you with fingers against your mouth
Scared
Please end Please end
Let me vomit in my own stage
With fear
I take off my glasses for a greater blur and I repeat the lines
Done sometimes
Last notes
Collapse
Pull the string
Stronger
Stronger
Blood upon my fingers
No blood
And the string is intact
Tingle
Hurl
Collapse
Blur
Heach
ache
Deviant's
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