Crumpledbigskin Songtext
von Crywank
Crumpledbigskin Songtext
I want to create
To maybe find those who relate
But my struggles feel inadequate
And all I make just simulates
What I can′t explain
And it feels like I feign
These difficulties opportunistically
To capitalise off my pain
To make art from something difficult
I know it can be healing
But how much do I rely
On self-destructive feelings?
Will I better myself if the fuel for the fire
Is demoralising patterns?
Is it really constructive
To wait for the next bad thing to happen?
Is it inspiration
Is it a way of confronting?
Am I stagnating?
Or am I overcoming?
I feel like sharing this
Is so unbecoming
And though I want to vent and pay the rent
Perhaps it's better to do nothing
How much do I undermine
My own and others′ trauma
When I quickly repurpose it
As sellable melodrama?
Sometimes I doubt myself so much
Are my tragedies authentic?
Or just a creative writing tool
For me to make a buck quick?
Well, if someone I love dies
Will I find I start to write
An entire concept album
About how they're no longer alive?
And will it really be needed
To profit from the process?
Does it come from a need to make art to survive
Or just dramatic excess?
And if there's a fire
And I think I′m gonna die
The more I repeat it
The more it feels like a lie
Well, it′s not that bad
Well, at least, at least, at least
Well, at least I didn't die
So that is song could be released
To make art from something difficult
I know it can be healing
But how much do I rely
On self-destructive feelings?
Will I better myself if the fuel for the fire
Is demoralising patterns?
Is it really constructive
To wait for the next bad thing to happen?
How much do I undermine
My own and others′ trauma
When I quickly repurpose it
As sellable melodrama?
Sometimes I doubt myself so much
Are my tragedies authentic?
Or just a creative writing tool
For me to make a buck quick?
To maybe find those who relate
But my struggles feel inadequate
And all I make just simulates
What I can′t explain
And it feels like I feign
These difficulties opportunistically
To capitalise off my pain
To make art from something difficult
I know it can be healing
But how much do I rely
On self-destructive feelings?
Will I better myself if the fuel for the fire
Is demoralising patterns?
Is it really constructive
To wait for the next bad thing to happen?
Is it inspiration
Is it a way of confronting?
Am I stagnating?
Or am I overcoming?
I feel like sharing this
Is so unbecoming
And though I want to vent and pay the rent
Perhaps it's better to do nothing
How much do I undermine
My own and others′ trauma
When I quickly repurpose it
As sellable melodrama?
Sometimes I doubt myself so much
Are my tragedies authentic?
Or just a creative writing tool
For me to make a buck quick?
Well, if someone I love dies
Will I find I start to write
An entire concept album
About how they're no longer alive?
And will it really be needed
To profit from the process?
Does it come from a need to make art to survive
Or just dramatic excess?
And if there's a fire
And I think I′m gonna die
The more I repeat it
The more it feels like a lie
Well, it′s not that bad
Well, at least, at least, at least
Well, at least I didn't die
So that is song could be released
To make art from something difficult
I know it can be healing
But how much do I rely
On self-destructive feelings?
Will I better myself if the fuel for the fire
Is demoralising patterns?
Is it really constructive
To wait for the next bad thing to happen?
How much do I undermine
My own and others′ trauma
When I quickly repurpose it
As sellable melodrama?
Sometimes I doubt myself so much
Are my tragedies authentic?
Or just a creative writing tool
For me to make a buck quick?
Writer(s): James William Clayton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
