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Heads Like Projectors

from Self​-​Acceptance Speech by Old News

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First and last initial on the dotted line
Pray for insurance
I hope our conversation lends some peace of mind
Only one in the waiting room who’s
wearing black or looking exhausted
But they’ve called my name and
Its way too late to go back
home

Quiet little moments on repeat
Projecting in my skull
Go ahead and dim the lights so I can see
Drinking in the twilight to sustain my recollection
I’m at peace with my regrets
I will drown in self reflection
I am losing to my vices
I am lost with no direction
Bony shoulders start to bend under the weight

Stages of grief, hurry up
I’m ready for acceptance
So push me over the edge
I’m not getting better I’m getting worse

Starting with your parents and your greatest fears
Don’t change the subject
Let’s dig through the baggage you’ve carried alone
For twenty years
Staring at old magazines, all gone unread
Sobbing pathetically
Appointment is over
Don’t leave me alone with my head

Quiet little moments on repeat
Projecting in my skull
Go ahead and dim the lights so I can see
Drinking in the twilight to sustain my recollection
I’m at peace with my regrets
I will drown in self reflection
I am losing to my vices
I am lost with no direction
Bony shoulders start to bend under the weight

Stages of grief, hurry up
I’m ready for acceptance
So push me over the edge
I’m not getting better I’m getting worse
Life is both a blessing and a curse
So pull me down closer to the earth

Bury my bones

Look over the edge
The city is an anthill when you’re starting over head
Debate spreading my wings
Look over the edge
The city is an anthill when you’re starting over head
Watching from a distance
Watching from a distance
Watching from a distance
Watching from a distance

Stages of grief, hurry up
I’m ready for acceptance
So push me over the edge
I’m not getting better I’m getting worse
Life is not a blessing, its a curse
So pull me down closer to the earth

First and last initial on the dotted line
Pray for insurance
I hope our conversation lends some peace of mind

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from Self​-​Acceptance Speech, track released September 18, 2020

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