samaritans
"flatpack furniture" is the second single for our upcoming album "what was it called again?"
i don’t really know where to even begin
a box filled up with bullshit to put all my thoughts in
midnight awake over something stupid
throw everything away, in a hurry to get rid of
anything and everything to drive me insane
an hourglass that could be counting down its last days
sounds a bit cliche, but thats what it is
gotta take my chance, it’s a hit or a miss
if there was someone to hear me out
to listen to all of my thoughts, let it all out
i’d be less bitter, a good citizen
uprising from my bed, my swedish coffin
flatpack design, to drive me insane
instructions might as well be like playing a game
well that’s what it is, well that’s what it was
a useless piece of paper telling you how to do your job
a tiny little cabin way out in the woods
a part of me wonders if i ever would
go through with my dreams, of being alone
or is it my worst nightmare? i don’t know
mentor figures are growing more distant
as we grow further, i guess it makes sense
in their little minds, but not in ours
it’s worse off to be close than to be apart
to be stuck with a monster, or to be free?
“ones a better option, can’t you see?”
it isn’t as simple, i’m afraid
there’s a lot you don’t understand about the way
how it functions, how everything works
a shadow, around my head it lurks
a good old friend of mine called adrenaline
shouts commands in my ears and tells me how to win
so this ones a bit more darker than the others, i wrote it at midnight randomly because i wanted
something to do to stop thinking about things. i was going through a bit of a shit time
at that point so i just wrote anything that was bothering me then.
i have no idea why, but the idea of assembling ikea furniture seemed like a good metaphor
for how fucking hard life is. it seems ridiculous to me now (about a year on)
but at the time it was good enough to use as the base of a song.
