Alias (USA) - Dying to Stay lyrics

Initial thought: turn it up a notch from the regular Capture feelings I convey and hold them tight for five minutes Within this voice is a being who seeks understanding Planning for a future of prosperity I went from hating everything to enjoying most And all it took was transferring to another coast I'm a transplant transforming opinions and transferring thoughts I brought along a little friend called emotion, he's everything they're not I mean, hey, I try my best to put a bug in the ears of the blind Then again, I had to figure all this out on my own I owe this much to myself This if for the wealth I'll never see but I'll never be alone I recall never getting this feeling the entire year And all it took was a stumble and pushing some squares Unaware of creations held within I'm crawling through it all to find a place to rest Begin the process of scabbing over with no picking Reopening wounds leads to infections. Therapy is practiced weekly Pa** the papyrus and inkwell to compose the thoughts To convey, to jack open closed engines Complex perplexing questions repeated Give a canned response yet again I'd rather roll around in the Paper Patch Monumental memories from before my insides were forced to hatch And come into themselves: a mean case of motion sickness I'm trying to disperse the sensation I received too many years ago With the slickness of muddy ba**lines Why? When I'll have no responsibilities to someone else's cause I wouldn't mind applause for welding words in a non-existent scheme Why question anyone else's actions? Continue worrying about my own and doing as I see fit Feelings speak louder than both actions and words combined Trying to find a way to get that candle relit and...uh.. Chorus: Here I am, where it ended last time Starting point ending first just like the frame before The graininess softens the entire scene Prompting urges to put on my coat and pa** through that door.. But...uh...I'm dying to stay Stuck in these four walls dying of heat and happiness, professing my feelings This is closure for the ma**es I love the smell of musty records and I'm sickened by spring break Another reason I developed my own education Imagine if everyone could be themselves Today, I walked against the herd and chuckled Cause I found it quite ironic Oh, what a feeling to break the chains of writer's block. Upbeat requirement There's an ounce of "I can't stand you" that I keep in reserves: Break the gla** in case of emergency Urgent message: "You've lost the pattern!" I'm not deaf, I'm ignoring you flooring the naysayers for entertainment "Yo, this track is funky!" You quiet down! I'm only allowed to do depressing songs that worry Jenn But I must admit this feels really good I can make you cry without laughter instead of just crying So I'll continue cradling my pen I've gone an entire album without excessive slang, so let's ruin that: "Phat! Phunky! Phresh! Def! Cold chillin' in effect! It's off the meat hook! Yo, this jawn is fly!" Now that I've dumbed it down Will you pa** me your acceptance to put in my sack? Mine is the one that says "Bad MamaJama." This collection of random thoughts was brought to you today By being sent home early and was also sponsored By newfound inspiration and eagerness I hope you enjoyed the show...and...uh.. Chorus