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peacoat bastard (a.k.a. wav) - spaceship lyrics

[intro]
chain smoke the depression away

[verse 1]
i chain smoke the depression away
i chain smoke the depression away
like a warship i’m incessant at bay
legs shaking like the pills that i’d take
been broken since 2015
trying to find something better for me
until then
[verse 2]
how i’d k!ll just to grow up a little
learn how to open doors instead of shutting them preemptively
begin to look at things objectively
i told myself i needed to go to therapy roundabout 6 months ago
what i did in the meantime, i don’t know
all i know is that sh+t f+cked itself whilе i watched
and i longed for a way out

[verse 3]
the dеath we died upon second inspection was instantaneous
now i’m f+cking hoes miscellaneous
ghost mode sh+t, patrick swayze is my alias
rest in peace to the old me, you did what you could
treading in bad waters trying to swim towards the good
don’t get me wrong
i have mourned your passing
this new body was emotionally taxing to create
but i’m glad you’re dead to me
so i can end this sh+t proper
no mentions of petty drama
no mentions of sh+t that has long been overthought
single track mind got me thinking what you’ve seen is unequivocal
virgo moon won’t let me refrain from being +n+lytical
i tend to fret about what’s on the cards
future visions got me on guard, akin to swordplay
universe trying to tell me there’s a soulmate
but i tend not to have faith
cold hearts shiver in sadness
on these great lakes
i shouldn’t waste my precious energy on these fakes
[verse 4]
so i chainsmoke the depression away
i chainsmoke the depression away
like a warship i bomb with nuclear waste
blow your whole sh+t up in haste
isolated cause the anger inside
wish i could tell my old friends that i tried
i tried

[verse 5]
pace back and forth up the driveway
f+ck the high road i’ll take the highway
keys to the keys like a steinway
time to f+ck off and die on a friday
i would say it’s my way but it’s more mind state
just trying to grind my way to that kind place
guess i gotta remember how the mo’f+ckin pint taste
i guess i gotta cook beef homie, prime steak
guess i gotta be more observant in my sp+ce
train myself into being able to read what the signs say
lately casually decomposing homie i watch the time waste
all the sh+t gather like monsoons
real life reduced to cartoons
loading the throw for the harpoon
depressed as sh+t in this lazy river
light sippin floating from place to place
he’s f+cked up the pad
he’s f+cked up the pen
he’s f+cked up again
i’m f+cking up the cleanse
can’t help but get my hands dirty
can i tear down my old pictures
tear down what i used to
forget what i couldn’t do
can i live you down
when does closure come
what is suffering for
when this closure comes, will you be there when i shut the door?

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