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Midnight Depression I
05:38
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My ceiling is a trapezoid
As I stare into the void
I feel so many emotions at once
Yet I feel totally numb
I don’t know who you are
I see so many stars
You’ve been far away for so long but lately
I find you still suffocate me
The darkness is blinding
Yet freeing, unbinding
My thoughts get harder and harder to find
Because I’m still trapped inside my mind
This isn’t a new sensation
But my conscious seems to think it’s a revelation
To spend every night going over things that you said
To the point where I wish that we were both dead
I feel my mind
Cascade into the sky
Take logic
Take rationality
In my depressive state
These I don’t need
And I’m alone
Like always on my own
The sky is black, and I
Well I
I wish I could turn back...
Time
Turn back time
But now I’m here
Now I’m here
At midnight
At midnight
Midnight depression is here
My midnight depression is here
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2. |
Psychedelic Wake-Up Call
03:38
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-Instrumental-
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3. |
Starting Again
05:28
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I’m still trying to wake up
From last night
Didn’t go out, but my depression kept me up
'Til I could see the sunlight
Guess I better get over myself
For the sake of my mental health
I feel it starting again
Like yesterday
I realize that I depend
On you the way
I depended on her
Every day for years now,
It’s been the same
Will today be any different or will I
Forget my own name
I don’t want to do this to myself
I’m sabotaging my own mental health
I feel it starting again
Like yesterday
I realize that I depend
On you the way
I depended on her
I fucking depended on her
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4. |
Hopeless Romantic
06:29
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Time and time again
I get it wrong
Oh-oh ho-oh
And once I get it right
She wants to hear
A different song
Oh no
I’m giving away my shot
Whether I like it or not
I’m a romantic but I’m hopeless
Woah oh oh
And everybody knows
I’m still breathing but it’s hopeless
Woah oh oh
Can’t even see
What I’m supposed to be
This isn’t how I should act
It’s not who I should be
No oh oh
But when I try and change
I turn into someone
Who isn’t me
It’s what the world wants to see
I’m giving away my shot
Whether I like it or not
I’m a romantic but I’m hopeless
Woah oh oh
And everybody knows
I’m still breathing but it’s hopeless
Woah oh oh
Can’t even see
What I’m supposed to be
I’m giving away my shot
Whether I like it or not
I’m a romantic but I’m hopeless
Woah oh oh
And everybody knows
I’m still breathing but it’s hopeless
Woah oh oh
Can’t even see
What I’m supposed to be
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5. |
Listen
06:26
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She won’t listen
Nobody will listen to me
Somebody listen
Somebody listen to me
Listen please
Listen to me
Ah ah
To me
To me
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I think I’m losing my mind
And over time I find that I’m on overdrive
Because it keeps getting harder and harder to breathe
‘Cause what if all these problems are just make believe
And I don’t know where to start to get closer to your heart
‘Cause someone took it from you, smashed it, and spread it far apart
So now it’s lost in translation, and the burning sensation
We both have will be nothing but a failed celebration
The only way I can find around this is if we both try and think
About why, instead of acting normal, we drown our problems in the sink
But I don’t want to put my thoughts into solving it
I’d rather write them all away and focus on dissolving it
It’s about time that I ended these rhymes
And tried for once to fix this shit and unfuck my mind
So if you come along then we can take this shitty song
And turn it into something that might help us start to belong
I think I’m losing my mind
‘Cause it’s so hard to find
I think I’m losing my mind
‘Cause it’s so hard to find
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Rain days
Coming up in a
Strange haze
Don’t need your
Old ways
Brought up in a
New phase
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8. |
Midnight Depression II
04:16
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I’m trying to
Figure out
Why I always doubt
Everything you say to me
It’s so unfair to have to feel the way I feel
And I must admit
I’m sick of dealing with myself
And putting up with all my stupid shit
The world is black, and I
Well I
I wish I could turn back...
Time
Turn back time
But now I’m here
Now I’m here
Oh oh
At midnight
My midnight depression is here
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It’s 1am, and you’re still on my mind
I’ve been waiting here since half past 9
You’re not late, you never even show up
I might be wrong but it seems like you’ve given up
On me
It’s so cold and I’m alone again
After all, we’re only friends
It’s not your fault, and I know it’s weird
But my imagination got the best of me
This year
My thoughts
They are like meteors
They fly so fast I can’t tell where they are
But you
You’re not a meteor
No you’re my northern star
It’s 2am, and I’m starting to freeze
Can’t feel my hands, ‘cause it’s forty degrees
My mind is blurring all the things you said
You make me feel so alive
But right now I wish I were dead
I feel so useless sitting here alone
I sort of wish that I had stayed at home
Why do I wish for things that won’t come true
I might have had a chance
Had I actually invited you
My thoughts
They are like meteors
They fly so fast I can’t tell where they are
But you
You’re not a meteor
No you’re my northern star
It's 3 AM and you're still not here
Why can't all my feelings just disappear
I’m here alone looking up at the stars
Maybe you are too
Wherever you are
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10. |
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-Instrumental-
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Tempest Oberlin, Ohio
Independent musician and producer from the SF Bay Area. Currently based in Ohio.
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