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Barbiturates, Pt. 1 - Single

by Social Anxiety



released February 11, 2015



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Track Name: Barbiturates, Pt. 1
There's a blue devil on one shoulder, a bluebird on the other
One tells me what to do; the other sings me a tune
The blues, her melodies paint me blue
As I enjoy the view from a windowless room
I'm trapped, but it's not what you think
I just wear this apathy like a wedding ring
And I write to distance myself from feelings
Hide in these metaphors cuz the truth cuts too deep
As I sink into this chair these walls begin to bleed
They gush out every hope and fear from tattered memories
And I'm scribbling down saddened thoughts, sick fantasies
Alienating everyone who's ever believed in me
Everything collides always seems to be the motif
A success story is never what it seems
And if every song I write comes off like a eulogy
Am I romanticizing my death or writing my reprieve?

[Chorus] (x2)
Fighting deep with the devil in me
I’m begging you to medicate me
Fighting deep with the devil in me
I’m digging my grave six feet deep

I’m alive, but I swear I’m barely breathing
A swarm of yellow jackets keeps me reeling
And I’m a downer; I guess you are what you eat
An insomniac in a never-ending quest for sleep
But if I make it to tomorrow, they will make me a king
I'm like William S. Burroughs to the junkies and freaks
I'm a big, bad wolf to the right kind of sheep
A paranoid schizophrenic with a skewed set of beliefs
And if every song I write is in a leering key it’s
Cuz no one makes it out alive, that includes me
I’d like to say I’m alright but it’s getting hard to breathe
I’m slipping in between, forgot how many pills deep
Fighting to stay alive is an ironic thing
Cuz everyone else thinks it should come naturally
A couple pills more and I could have been a tragedy
What the hell would my brother think if he found me?

[Chorus] (x2)

It all looks picturesque and bright from the outside
But on the inside I’m feeling decrepit and trite
I understand your pain because it’s also mine
This alienation is a symptom of the bright lights
These feelings aren’t new; they’ve been growing within me
I never asked the be lauded, my outlook is too bleak
I tried to control this habit, instead it controlled me
I’m trying to stay positive but I’m struggling

[Chorus] (x4)