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No One Asked For This But Here It Is

by Poür Me

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We always thought I'd grow out of this Yet I stand here in the same thin frame Haven't grown since I was 18. I'm Terrified of ever letting go It's awkward sense of self I run always the nervous one No matter how many times I do this Anxiety builds in my veins The outcome always stays the same I remain in the same exact place I feel like I'm constantly on the verge of tears Theres no triggers that seem to appear when I make the slightest interaction It's like this feeling rushes up inside then disappears Taking everything day by day short sighted means to end Now past wake up call lies before me as the corpse of missed opportunity a dispise in every sunrise and a regret in every sunset. For all the things I'm thankful for it's not what comes to mind when I feel the need to write my temporised thoughts to calm the rising tide. Theres no part of me resenting all the life that I have kept holiding those around me like a coaster to the bottom of a bottomless pint glass Sometimes I feel the past calling me. I can see for the first time my life laid out before me, it's as predictable as it's always been I can stop pretending to myself I'm different regardless of every step in the opposite direction this going to end the same way as everyone before me and now I know my own normality its highlights my mortality and it feels like every year is getting shorter we hold close to bad routines finally buy the things we need work ourselves til nearly death and have ceremonys inbetween. Why wont anybody listen why does no one seem to care what life is left for us that shines past this despair. Theres nothing that I think we can fight about Theres no hurt between us our chemistry if we both grow old and I get more boring than I already am I hope you dont mind. Lifes starting to feel like an adventure not a cage open universe with your name only engraved The friends that remain both in wealth or on the brew Surviving victims of this svengali class milieu This course has never been to brighter shores but battered through My cynical mind my constant negative outlook I can't hold this course much longer I know you're tired of it I'm tired too so frustrated and bored.
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I was a fool to believe Lost so much that I can't retrive The first time the song was complete It was about young love, hanging in the balance Pain versified laden with slurs Turns out burning and quoting The Cure helps but it leaves the past blurred These months still go by far too fast now that and of all my worries love comes last instead of worrying about one thing I now about everything I'm in too deep This is not me And I cant see The surface Time spent on the couch tonight TV shows? I've nothing in mind Its not wasted time If it means Everything The fast lane Is too fast Where the wind blows I'm at full mast But to me I'm always coming in last My heads get confused Try to do good but it's no use Contradiction lies in every path In too deep.. This plaintive shell is ill-formed Clouds get darker before dawn Resign and tell myself it doesn't matter Have a beer and settle down another Story that's left untold A story that's left untold A story lefts untold It'll work out, eventually
3.
The more my every step fell on the wrong footpaths the more I got used to taking the hard road. The path less tread The more things that crumbled in my hands made me work out how to piece it back together. Make it fit The more I failed the less i hurt and with a strong face I can take more burns and push through the failings of life The skin becomes so thick it doesn't itch quite like it used to once the scars have fully healed I feel I'm living like I'm supposed to dying for a cigarette not for the sake of smoke but to reflect on my actions and hold memories close I've Been Spending so much time dancing with these ghosts There in my head that I'm not sure how to act so I act like I'm not acting, talk like I'm not terrified of every response that Pursues Dress like I'm not worried about each pair of eyes in the room. Do they see straight through The side off splutter and the glassy eyes . I'm sorry I was daydreaming and the moments passed again there's so much left I can't explain Making up phone poetry and painting myself grey to make jump towards another disastrous mistake common life makes its claim Looking back at everything I can't help but feel mundane will I always feel like it's not good enough all the efforts that I made am i just wasting my life away trying to force myself to fit You'll always come in last but sometimes you'll gain a little more

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The Title of This EP is in celebration of those that without financial incentive or great demand continue to create and produce work that there passionate about. Creating for the hell of it.

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released July 3, 2020

Although this EP is free to download if you want to pay any amount for it all proceeds will go to Willows Animal Sanctuary.

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Poür Me Aberdeen, UK

I drink, and I write things.

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