[ti:the weirds]
[ar:katie costello]
[00:01.645]Tiny  raindrops  salute  gravity
[00:05.840]The  pavement  smells  like  the  taste  of  blood
[00:15.418]I  need  to  get  out  of  here –even  the  trees  are  gilded
[00:20.580]Smiles  ooze  of  depression  with  no  creative  perks
[00:28.700]I ’ve  overstayed  my  welcome  in  this  life
[00:34.20]And  it  seems  as  though  time  won ’t  tell  you  exactly  what  you ’d  like
[00:39.888]I ’ve  given  up  on  waving  off  the  flies  that  have  blackened  my  mind -
[00:48.445]My  sugarcoated  mind
[00:50.931]Why  can ’t  I  whistle?And  why  can ’t  I  cry?
[00:58.68]Why  can ’t  I  be  the  way  I  wish  I  liked?
[01:02.323]I  guess  I  have  The  Weirds
[01:11.828]Which  truth  is  true?And  which  real  is  real?
[01:18.665]Why  must  we  whistle  to  what  we  cannot  feel?
[01:22.663]I  guess  I  have  The  Weirds,oh  I  have  them  bad,and  it ’s  so  sad
[01:36.141]Starring  contests  with  eggshell-tinted  walls
[01:45.203]It ’s  all  that  seems  productive –you ’d  be  surprised
[01:52.756]Procrastination  Nation  is  where  I ’ve  learned  to  live
[02:00.81]Turn  on  the  tube,romanticized  until  you  can ’t  move
[02:07.808]I ’ve  overstayed  my  welcome  in  this  life
[02:10.968]And  it  seems  as  though  time  won ’t  tell  you  exactly  what  you ’d  like
[02:20.562]I ’ve  given  up  on  waving  off  the  flies  that  have  blackened  my  mind -
[02:27.824]My  sugarcoated  mind
[02:30.750]Why  can ’t  I  whistle?And  why  can ’t  I  cry?
[02:37.891]Why  can ’t  I  love  you  the  way  I  wish  I  liked?
[02:44.157]I  guess  I  have  The  Weirds
[02:50.995]Which  truth  is  true?And  which  real  is  real?
[02:56.935]Why  must  we  whistle  to  what  we  cannot  feel?
[03:02.365]I  guess  I  have  The  Weirds,oh  I  have  them  bad,and  it ’s  so  sad
[03:14.745]Why  can ’t  I  whistle?And  why  can ’t  I  cry?
[03:42.292]Why  can ’t  I  love  you  more  than  what  I ’d  like?
[03:49.170]I  guess  I  have  The  Weirds,oh  I  have  them  bad,and  it ’s  so  sad
[04:06.505]Prisoner  of  the  mind,trapped  within  the  confines
[04:11.380]Of  self  expectation,of  obligation –
[04:17.148]I  guess  I ’ll  be  just  fine