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bandanabloom - homebound lyrics

i just wanna be outside
i’m a changed man
i just wanna see the sky through a straight lens
i been stuck in my static always
god, my palace so great i cannot f+ckin’ make plans
i been thinkin’ ’bout my cold when they bad days
i been thinkin’ ’bout my clothes with the grass stains
i been thinkin’ ’bout my passive ass nature
askin’ the same questions i keep asking

am i tryin’ my best
do i deserve sh+t?
are my attempts at self+betterment worthless?
i wanna help people
i wanna be better
i know i’m well meaning
but i can mean weller
i got a lotta sob stories
they don’t need selling
i need somе courage in blood
need some courage in my blood
need somе purpose on my face
i’m so murky in my ways
i’m so murky in my ways

i should be more open
i should be more friendly
every try i blow and
need to f+ckin’ find the strength
to get up out my hiding place
sometimes i don’t care about steppin’ up
sometimes i don’t care about anything
lotsa times i don’t feel like getting up
wanna take walks but the weather’s so meddlesome
weather’s not lettin’ up
it don’t cooperate
now i’m stuck in my tiny room
my office sp+ce
safe haven
something like that
it’s all i know
took a bunch of sh+t from school
i dropped the honor roll
i never dropped the ball at anything
i try my f+kin’ best
it’s why i lose my mind in line and look at problems all the stress
nosedive into every rabbit+hole that i’m presented with
got not obligations
but i guess the main consensus is that i should never feel bad and all
but i can’t help enough (yeah)
i wanna help enough
but i’m not ready to, yet

this mornin’ woke up with a broke fan
i’m cool in my cool shoes and my loose ends
too cool for school and the moon men
lift up the level of my patience
zero g’s my life’s been feelin’ sp+cious
got correlations with my best friends
i don’t wanna make any more acquain+tan+ces
sorry to the kid who just patched up his friendship
movin’ in movin’ out movin’ out
i’m tired of things always goin’ south
like when my shoelaces catch a trout
or when i’m speakin’ to him at your mouth
i don’t care anymore
i couldn’t care less
i can’t get my round just like the game chess
move once but that’s fine enough for me
i’ll stick around and sting like the queen bee
i should be more open
i should be more friendly
every try i blow and
need to f+ckin’ find the strength
to get up out my hiding place

i should be more open
i should be more friendly
every try i blow and
need to f+ckin’ find the strength
to get up out my hiding place

- bandanabloom lyrics

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