Song | a Departure |
Artist | La Dispute |
Album | Wildlife |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Night fell on me writing this and | |
I ran out of paper so | |
I crossed the name | |
Out at the top of the page. | |
Not sure why | |
I'm even writing this. | |
But I guess | |
It feels right. | |
It sort of feels like | |
I have to–like an exorcism. | |
I Guess that makes me sound crazy but that's alright. | |
Lately I feel like | |
I Might be, not that | |
I've heard any voices or anything. | |
Just like that | |
Everyday kind, where you forget things you shouldn't and you think too much | |
About death. | |
Maybe you know what | |
I'm talking about. | |
Or maybe you | |
Would have known? | |
Or had known? | |
Is it once knew? | |
I don't know what | |
Tense to use. | |
I know I never used to feel like this. | |
I used to never | |
Think of death or hear voices. | |
I used to feel like everything was perfectly | |
In order, a normal life, but | |
I guess then came a departure. | |
That I know you understand (or would've understood?). | |
I guess things | |
Changed after that, and | |
I'm mostly scared now. | |
But it's there in the stories, or whatever they are. | |
You can see it. | |
Anybody could if they could look. | |
I wrote some notes in the margins | |
Explaining it. | |
The rest is in between lines or in the fine | |
Print. First, | |
The feeling of abandonment, and then trying to cope. | |
Then death and hope | |
And the thing itself, waiting for me. | |
It's all there in the pages ahead of | |
Here. It's there waiting for you. | |
Or for me. | |
I'm not sure. | |
The whole story. |
Night fell on me writing this and | |
I ran out of paper so | |
I crossed the name | |
Out at the top of the page. | |
Not sure why | |
I' m even writing this. | |
But I guess | |
It feels right. | |
It sort of feels like | |
I have to like an exorcism. | |
I Guess that makes me sound crazy but that' s alright. | |
Lately I feel like | |
I Might be, not that | |
I' ve heard any voices or anything. | |
Just like that | |
Everyday kind, where you forget things you shouldn' t and you think too much | |
About death. | |
Maybe you know what | |
I' m talking about. | |
Or maybe you | |
Would have known? | |
Or had known? | |
Is it once knew? | |
I don' t know what | |
Tense to use. | |
I know I never used to feel like this. | |
I used to never | |
Think of death or hear voices. | |
I used to feel like everything was perfectly | |
In order, a normal life, but | |
I guess then came a departure. | |
That I know you understand or would' ve understood?. | |
I guess things | |
Changed after that, and | |
I' m mostly scared now. | |
But it' s there in the stories, or whatever they are. | |
You can see it. | |
Anybody could if they could look. | |
I wrote some notes in the margins | |
Explaining it. | |
The rest is in between lines or in the fine | |
Print. First, | |
The feeling of abandonment, and then trying to cope. | |
Then death and hope | |
And the thing itself, waiting for me. | |
It' s all there in the pages ahead of | |
Here. It' s there waiting for you. | |
Or for me. | |
I' m not sure. | |
The whole story. |
Night fell on me writing this and | |
I ran out of paper so | |
I crossed the name | |
Out at the top of the page. | |
Not sure why | |
I' m even writing this. | |
But I guess | |
It feels right. | |
It sort of feels like | |
I have to like an exorcism. | |
I Guess that makes me sound crazy but that' s alright. | |
Lately I feel like | |
I Might be, not that | |
I' ve heard any voices or anything. | |
Just like that | |
Everyday kind, where you forget things you shouldn' t and you think too much | |
About death. | |
Maybe you know what | |
I' m talking about. | |
Or maybe you | |
Would have known? | |
Or had known? | |
Is it once knew? | |
I don' t know what | |
Tense to use. | |
I know I never used to feel like this. | |
I used to never | |
Think of death or hear voices. | |
I used to feel like everything was perfectly | |
In order, a normal life, but | |
I guess then came a departure. | |
That I know you understand or would' ve understood?. | |
I guess things | |
Changed after that, and | |
I' m mostly scared now. | |
But it' s there in the stories, or whatever they are. | |
You can see it. | |
Anybody could if they could look. | |
I wrote some notes in the margins | |
Explaining it. | |
The rest is in between lines or in the fine | |
Print. First, | |
The feeling of abandonment, and then trying to cope. | |
Then death and hope | |
And the thing itself, waiting for me. | |
It' s all there in the pages ahead of | |
Here. It' s there waiting for you. | |
Or for me. | |
I' m not sure. | |
The whole story. |