1. |
Don't Say It
02:46
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In the lobby
I am lonely
In the front seat
I am floating
Out of sight
Out of mind
In my own dreams
Don't say it
Don't say it
Don't say it yet
Everything changes
I don't wanna be afraid of it
But it's moving faster
And you're moving farther
Don't say it
Don't say it
Don't say it yet
Don't say it
Don't say it
Right before the light changes
In the dark, I'll be your favorite
In the dark, I'll be your favorite
Oh, this is how we end tonight
Saving all the best soundbites
'Cause we don't wanna move
And we don't wanna fight
When the morning comes, it'll be all right
If you don't say it
Don't say it
Don't say it yet
If you don't say it yet
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2. |
Real Person
03:00
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You asked me to come here
Sit in a cold bar
She's a menace
She's a superstar
Aren't we the anti-heroes
That we're all afraid to talk about
Does that freak you out
I wanna feel like a real person
To you and everyone else in the world
I feel like I'm on the nightly news as
The lonely, not-so-genius girl
And none of my friends ever tell me
They watch me age
And they all speed up
I got a feeling this is all a part of it
I have a feeling this is how you'd write it
I wanna feel like a real person
You asked me to come here
Meet somewhere in between
She is selfish
She's a fever dream
Aren't we the villains
That we're so ashamed to write about
Does that freak you out
I wanna feel like a real person
To you and everyone else in the world
I feel like I'm on the nightly news as
The lonely, not-so-genius girl
And none of my friends ever tell me
They watch me age
And they all speed up
I got a feeling this is all a part of it
I have a feeling this is how you'd write it
I wanna feel like a real person
And you can't look me in the eye this time
A couple blocks and a bottle of cheap wine
Yeah, I am different
'Cause I waited for a sign
The psychic said that I wanna feel alive
I wanna feel like a real person
To you and everyone else in the world
I feel like I'm on the nightly news as
The lonely, not-so-genius girl
And none of my friends ever tell me
They watch me age
And they all speed up
I got a feeling this is all a part of it
I have a feeling this is how you'd write it
If only you'd ever really write
I know that we can be a bit obsessive
I wanna feel like a real person
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3. |
Ben's Song
03:20
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My brother has the hair I've always wanted
We fought about
When he cut it off
For a contest
He tells me I'm too serious
And I agree with him
From our lips to God's voicemail
Guess He must be out again
I don't mean to sound indifferent
I just changed more than I ever wanted to
And if I retrace my steps
My knees hurt
And these new meds make me sad
Make my hands burn
And if I can't tell you I'm good
Then I feel worse
I used to sleep through the night
I met three girls named Claire
When I transferred colleges
We all hate what we write
When it's honest
And the lady across the street
Hands out pages of the bible
Says we're all going to hell
'Cause we watch American Idol
I told her I was already there
And it's no Apocalypse
From our lips to God's voicemail
Guess He hates when I'm like this
I don't mean to sound indifferent
I just changed more than I ever wanted to
And if I retrace my steps
My knees hurt
And these new meds make me sad
Make my hands burn
And if I can't tell you I'm good
Then I feel worse
I used to sleep through the night
I used to drive and go out
But it's snowing way too hard now
I'm back home
Ben lives somewhere else now
And I still don't wanna let myself down
I don't mean to sound indifferent
I just changed more than I ever wanted to
And if I retrace my steps
My knees hurt
And these new meds make me sad
Make my hands burn
And if I tell you I'm bad
Then I feel worse
I used to sleep through the night
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4. |
Here Again
02:49
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Swaying back and forth
In mid-July
When the wind feels like a guest of mine
I share my secrets in your car's backseat
The whole sun balancing upon my knees
I am here again
Sitting on my coat
On red, velvet seats
This room was built to wrap its arms around me
Lay in the garden
Like a rag doll, baby
I spent my whole summer
Like a rag doll, baby
I am here again
I am here again
In the morning
Before the city gets loud
You say you're only empty pieces of sound
Yeah, in my head, I made a lot of mistakes
None of the ones you seem to think I made
You haven't missed me
Like I missed me, I bet
You're talking backwards
Just to get to the end
But I am here again
Here again
I'm here, I'm here
I'm here again
Here again
I'm here, I'm here
I'm here again
Here again
I'm here, I'm here
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Shealeigh Chicago, Illinois
23-year-old singer/songwriter
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