Confessions Of A Suburban Loser
from The Consequences Of Being Frank by Loser
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lyrics
waking up each day, leaving my bed's sweet death that tries to ease my pain
as i brush my teeth, i feel like going back to sleep
now that i think of you, a glimpse of charm heartwarming as in renew
i try to fight the insecurities inside
so as to move on, just one more step
one more step
the seems that pull apart these ends
are we at all honest with ourselves?
is it safe to hide anymore
from enemies invisible
try to move on, to the next step
is it me or is everyone's attracted to the wrong types of people?
is it me or is everyone as shallow as they seem?
the objects in my room, make me realise it's going to be my tomb
they try to talk to me, relieve me of anxiety
and a calming breeze is natures way of showing me i should be pleased
ambitions versus needs
one sec let me check, maybe i’ll make it one more step
so here comes the night, a beer, a friend, a fucking good car ride
as suburbia sleeps, my soul cleanses its disease
this feeling that i get, a losers life could never be as intense
maybe there's something more, i just have to open the door
finally reached the goal, i'm standing at the top of the staircase
i've got no more, no more steps
no more steps
no more regrets
no more lies
and no more doubts inside
i've got none left in my mind
as i brush my teeth, i feel like going back to sleep
now that i think of you, a glimpse of charm heartwarming as in renew
i try to fight the insecurities inside
so as to move on, just one more step
one more step
the seems that pull apart these ends
are we at all honest with ourselves?
is it safe to hide anymore
from enemies invisible
try to move on, to the next step
is it me or is everyone's attracted to the wrong types of people?
is it me or is everyone as shallow as they seem?
the objects in my room, make me realise it's going to be my tomb
they try to talk to me, relieve me of anxiety
and a calming breeze is natures way of showing me i should be pleased
ambitions versus needs
one sec let me check, maybe i’ll make it one more step
so here comes the night, a beer, a friend, a fucking good car ride
as suburbia sleeps, my soul cleanses its disease
this feeling that i get, a losers life could never be as intense
maybe there's something more, i just have to open the door
finally reached the goal, i'm standing at the top of the staircase
i've got no more, no more steps
no more steps
no more regrets
no more lies
and no more doubts inside
i've got none left in my mind
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from The Consequences Of Being Frank,
released June 23, 2015
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