Seahorse Blues/Happy Place ft. redveil Lyrics

This couch is like an island in the middle of the sea

It’s not even comfortable and I really need to leave

But somethings wrong with my head and I think it’s preventing me

From ever getting closure or moving on from anything

And this whole place becomes nothing

But a tainted memory

Bury the rest of those with my head in the sand please

So when the waves wash around me

I am stationary

Instead of flailing

My limbs and body

I’ve never been solid

No I've never been anything

Other than misused and thrown away

I’ve never been solid

No I've never been anything

Other than misused and thrown away

You touch me as the light fades

From the room and I pretend I’m sleeping

While I search for the words to try to fix this

But I think we both know those words don't exist

Can't take away your hopelessness

I'm drowning in my own

Can't pretend you're the same person who

Made me feel at home

When every feeling's temporary

I've felt this thing I knew I would

It starts to fade with time

But never goes away for good

It’s cool

It’s cool

(Devi*n)

They set my soul on fire

I let these poems extinguish my inner soul desires

And all the quote unquote rejects the ones that I admire

So fuck a nightmare, I live it

And now this music shit like mental calisthenics

And if I say it then I meant it

And when it’s cemented, man good luck

Feel like I’m frantic in the moment,

But my conscious know what’s next up

Shout that nigga Owen too,

He told me I ain’t going nowhere as long as I’m blue,

So I’ll speak it until I know it’s true

No need to fill the silence

When someone knows you way too well

You can feel an existential crisis

On the water slide to hell

You’re the devil on your own shoulder

Saying you should go get fucked

Up on anything you find

But anything is not enough

It’s time to think about it, all you’ve never had

Over early morning coffee and burning blunt wraps

As times ticking, you notice things

About yourself that over the last year have changed

All of your friends live in magical far away lands

And you’re stuck in Illinois with a distinct lack of plans

How wonderful and relaxing and other words that I can’t think

Of right now having a happy place must be

"Stop pretending to be happy Alex"

The nightly dialogue

Old polaroids that you don’t want

Lit on fire all night long

I feel just as shitty as i did back then

And all I can do is wonder when