Dying To Stay Lyrics
| Song | Dying To Stay |
| Artist | Alias |
| Album | The Other Side Of The Looking Glass |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Alias | |
| Initial thought: turn it up a notch from the regular | |
| Capture feelings I convey and hold them tight for five minutes | |
| Within this voice is a being who seeks understanding | |
| planning for a future of prosperity | |
| I went from hating everything to enjoying most | |
| and all it took was transferring to another coast | |
| I'm a transplant transforming opinions and transferring thoughts | |
| I brought along a little friend called emotion, he's everything they're not | |
| I mean, hey, I try my best to put a bug in the ears of the blind | |
| then again, I had to figure all this out on my own | |
| I owe this much to myself | |
| This if for the wealth I'll never see but I'll never be alone | |
| I recall never getting this feeling the entire year | |
| and all it took was a stumble and pushing some squares | |
| Unaware of creations held within | |
| I'm crawling through it all to find a place to rest | |
| Begin the process of scabbing over with no picking | |
| Reopening wounds leads to infections. Therapy is practiced weekly | |
| Pass the papyrus and inkwell to compose the thoughts | |
| to convey, to jack open closed engines | |
| Complex perplexing questions repeated | |
| Give a canned response yet again | |
| I'd rather roll around in the Paper Patch | |
| Monumental memories from before my insides were forced to hatch | |
| and come into themselves: a mean case of motion sickness | |
| I'm trying to disperse the sensation I received too many years ago | |
| with the slickness of muddy basslines | |
| Why? When I'll have no responsibilities to someone else's cause | |
| I wouldn't mind applause for welding words in a non-existent scheme | |
| Why question anyone else's actions? | |
| Continue worrying about my own and doing as I see fit | |
| Feelings speak louder than both actions and words combined | |
| Trying to find a way to get that candle relit and...uh.. | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| Here I am, where it ended last time | |
| Starting point ending first just like the frame before | |
| The graininess softens the entire scene | |
| prompting urges to put on my coat and pass through that door.. | |
| but...uh...I'm dying to stay | |
| Stuck in these four walls dying of heat and happiness, professing my feelings | |
| This is closure for the masses | |
| I love the smell of musty records and I'm sickened by spring break | |
| another reason I developed my own education | |
| Imagine if everyone could be themselves | |
| Today, I walked against the herd and chuckled | |
| 'cause I found it quite ironic | |
| Oh, what a feeling to break the chains of writer's block. Upbeat requirement | |
| There's an ounce of "I can't stand you" that I keep in reserves: | |
| break the glass in case of emergency | |
| Urgent message: "You've lost the pattern!" | |
| I'm not deaf, I'm ignoring you flooring the naysayers for entertainment | |
| "Yo, this track is funky!" You quiet down! | |
| I'm only allowed to do depressing songs that worry Jenn | |
| but I must admit this feels really good | |
| I can make you cry without laughter instead of just crying | |
| so I'll continue cradling my pen | |
| I've gone an entire album without excessive slang, so let's ruin that: | |
| "Phat! Phunky! Phresh! Def! Cold chillin' in effect! | |
| It's off the meat hook! Yo, this jawn is fly!" | |
| Now that I've dumbed it down | |
| will you pass me your acceptance to put in my sack? | |
| Mine is the one that says "Bad MamaJama." | |
| This collection of random thoughts was brought to you today | |
| by being sent home early and was also sponsored | |
| by newfound inspiration and eagerness | |
| I hope you enjoyed the show...and...uh.. | |
| [Chorus] |
| zuo qu : Alias | |
| Initial thought: turn it up a notch from the regular | |
| Capture feelings I convey and hold them tight for five minutes | |
| Within this voice is a being who seeks understanding | |
| planning for a future of prosperity | |
| I went from hating everything to enjoying most | |
| and all it took was transferring to another coast | |
| I' m a transplant transforming opinions and transferring thoughts | |
| I brought along a little friend called emotion, he' s everything they' re not | |
| I mean, hey, I try my best to put a bug in the ears of the blind | |
| then again, I had to figure all this out on my own | |
| I owe this much to myself | |
| This if for the wealth I' ll never see but I' ll never be alone | |
| I recall never getting this feeling the entire year | |
| and all it took was a stumble and pushing some squares | |
| Unaware of creations held within | |
| I' m crawling through it all to find a place to rest | |
| Begin the process of scabbing over with no picking | |
| Reopening wounds leads to infections. Therapy is practiced weekly | |
| Pass the papyrus and inkwell to compose the thoughts | |
| to convey, to jack open closed engines | |
| Complex perplexing questions repeated | |
| Give a canned response yet again | |
| I' d rather roll around in the Paper Patch | |
| Monumental memories from before my insides were forced to hatch | |
| and come into themselves: a mean case of motion sickness | |
| I' m trying to disperse the sensation I received too many years ago | |
| with the slickness of muddy basslines | |
| Why? When I' ll have no responsibilities to someone else' s cause | |
| I wouldn' t mind applause for welding words in a nonexistent scheme | |
| Why question anyone else' s actions? | |
| Continue worrying about my own and doing as I see fit | |
| Feelings speak louder than both actions and words combined | |
| Trying to find a way to get that candle relit and... uh.. | |
| Chorus: | |
| Here I am, where it ended last time | |
| Starting point ending first just like the frame before | |
| The graininess softens the entire scene | |
| prompting urges to put on my coat and pass through that door.. | |
| but... uh... I' m dying to stay | |
| Stuck in these four walls dying of heat and happiness, professing my feelings | |
| This is closure for the masses | |
| I love the smell of musty records and I' m sickened by spring break | |
| another reason I developed my own education | |
| Imagine if everyone could be themselves | |
| Today, I walked against the herd and chuckled | |
| ' cause I found it quite ironic | |
| Oh, what a feeling to break the chains of writer' s block. Upbeat requirement | |
| There' s an ounce of " I can' t stand you" that I keep in reserves: | |
| break the glass in case of emergency | |
| Urgent message: " You' ve lost the pattern!" | |
| I' m not deaf, I' m ignoring you flooring the naysayers for entertainment | |
| " Yo, this track is funky!" You quiet down! | |
| I' m only allowed to do depressing songs that worry Jenn | |
| but I must admit this feels really good | |
| I can make you cry without laughter instead of just crying | |
| so I' ll continue cradling my pen | |
| I' ve gone an entire album without excessive slang, so let' s ruin that: | |
| " Phat! Phunky! Phresh! Def! Cold chillin' in effect! | |
| It' s off the meat hook! Yo, this jawn is fly!" | |
| Now that I' ve dumbed it down | |
| will you pass me your acceptance to put in my sack? | |
| Mine is the one that says " Bad MamaJama." | |
| This collection of random thoughts was brought to you today | |
| by being sent home early and was also sponsored | |
| by newfound inspiration and eagerness | |
| I hope you enjoyed the show... and... uh.. | |
| Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Alias | |
| Initial thought: turn it up a notch from the regular | |
| Capture feelings I convey and hold them tight for five minutes | |
| Within this voice is a being who seeks understanding | |
| planning for a future of prosperity | |
| I went from hating everything to enjoying most | |
| and all it took was transferring to another coast | |
| I' m a transplant transforming opinions and transferring thoughts | |
| I brought along a little friend called emotion, he' s everything they' re not | |
| I mean, hey, I try my best to put a bug in the ears of the blind | |
| then again, I had to figure all this out on my own | |
| I owe this much to myself | |
| This if for the wealth I' ll never see but I' ll never be alone | |
| I recall never getting this feeling the entire year | |
| and all it took was a stumble and pushing some squares | |
| Unaware of creations held within | |
| I' m crawling through it all to find a place to rest | |
| Begin the process of scabbing over with no picking | |
| Reopening wounds leads to infections. Therapy is practiced weekly | |
| Pass the papyrus and inkwell to compose the thoughts | |
| to convey, to jack open closed engines | |
| Complex perplexing questions repeated | |
| Give a canned response yet again | |
| I' d rather roll around in the Paper Patch | |
| Monumental memories from before my insides were forced to hatch | |
| and come into themselves: a mean case of motion sickness | |
| I' m trying to disperse the sensation I received too many years ago | |
| with the slickness of muddy basslines | |
| Why? When I' ll have no responsibilities to someone else' s cause | |
| I wouldn' t mind applause for welding words in a nonexistent scheme | |
| Why question anyone else' s actions? | |
| Continue worrying about my own and doing as I see fit | |
| Feelings speak louder than both actions and words combined | |
| Trying to find a way to get that candle relit and... uh.. | |
| Chorus: | |
| Here I am, where it ended last time | |
| Starting point ending first just like the frame before | |
| The graininess softens the entire scene | |
| prompting urges to put on my coat and pass through that door.. | |
| but... uh... I' m dying to stay | |
| Stuck in these four walls dying of heat and happiness, professing my feelings | |
| This is closure for the masses | |
| I love the smell of musty records and I' m sickened by spring break | |
| another reason I developed my own education | |
| Imagine if everyone could be themselves | |
| Today, I walked against the herd and chuckled | |
| ' cause I found it quite ironic | |
| Oh, what a feeling to break the chains of writer' s block. Upbeat requirement | |
| There' s an ounce of " I can' t stand you" that I keep in reserves: | |
| break the glass in case of emergency | |
| Urgent message: " You' ve lost the pattern!" | |
| I' m not deaf, I' m ignoring you flooring the naysayers for entertainment | |
| " Yo, this track is funky!" You quiet down! | |
| I' m only allowed to do depressing songs that worry Jenn | |
| but I must admit this feels really good | |
| I can make you cry without laughter instead of just crying | |
| so I' ll continue cradling my pen | |
| I' ve gone an entire album without excessive slang, so let' s ruin that: | |
| " Phat! Phunky! Phresh! Def! Cold chillin' in effect! | |
| It' s off the meat hook! Yo, this jawn is fly!" | |
| Now that I' ve dumbed it down | |
| will you pass me your acceptance to put in my sack? | |
| Mine is the one that says " Bad MamaJama." | |
| This collection of random thoughts was brought to you today | |
| by being sent home early and was also sponsored | |
| by newfound inspiration and eagerness | |
| I hope you enjoyed the show... and... uh.. | |
| Chorus |
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