num from rishiri mori by Jord Prefect

Hold it
Keep it close to you
Hold it
Let its weight keep dragging you down

And yeah you’ll say how much you care
And yeah you’ll say, but its not there

So keep it, pressed right up against your
Face, share its breath, and all that you say
Make it so you both believe
Make it authentic reality

I guarantee you’ll put on a good show man,
Y’know life is one stage, one road man
A volcanic tomb, old Rishiri
Before you know you’re dragged too deep

Loosen your head
Empty your head

But the alcohol’s only fun when, no it never is
Well I want to get drunk, so desire wins
It's always been fun, you’re overthinking it
It's always been one road, one lane to sit

And oh I’ve been told it lights my brain
Makes me more fun, loosens my brain
Opens my head to another stage, yeah
On one ring road the path is laid

Numb my brain
Numb my brain

In the bottom of a little pit, that’s nothing more than a puddle
I cry to myself with dry tears, and silently, cause I only thought that I was sad
I’ve never had nothing to complain about, nothing to pain my thoughts
There’s nothing there in my head

I guess there’s not
I guess there’s not

So I’ll hold it
Drown in the kiddie pool
In the shallow end
I feel a fool
A whiney, mopey, privileged fuck
Yeah drinks are fun, yeah drinks are fun

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