Chauchat
Chauchat - When I Was Young I Wanted To Do Great Things lyrics
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Scattered across this country Deceased but still here Moving backwards out of fear Recessions in the phonograph machine And they blamed me They blame it on my apathy But I try so hard to sound concerned and fake this awkwardness Just to appease you, my love Brutal honesty Traits of suffering Emulate the orphan Whose task is to write Descriptions of worlds he tried to fit into Stencil these tears directly beneath my eyes I want to be pacified These pillows are anchors and it seems like you're still here But we already went over that A couple poets are singing as I try to sleep Forcing couplets from their busted beaks A coward's dignity A closing of closets put my mother through hell I'm cracking down on contradictions now