Show Up and Be Nice Songtext
von Girls With Depression
Show Up and Be Nice Songtext
I′m feeling kind of burned out ever since the marathon
I thought I would just come back strong
But I used up all my thoughts
These days my life is boring so I don't have much to write
Well how′d I get this writing done
No wonder it's all trite
It's not enough to sound good or to show up and be nice
It′s not enough to pander or to use these basic rhymes
These days my life is boring so I don′t have much to write
Well how'd I get this writing done
No wonder it′s all trite
And now that I have done the thing
I wonder is it good
I wonder if it's worth a thing
And how long until it′s old
So I'm cutting cutting cutting
It all goes on the floor
It all goes on the video
It all will turn to more
These days my life is boring so I don′t have much to write
How'd I get this writing done
No wonder it's all trite
I used up my ideas and I tried to clean my drafts
But high becomes the pile left
I′d rather turn to theft
So ideas from the past come back
I stole them from myself
Ideas from the past, you hack
Left undone on the shelf
So writing isn′t doing
You can still evade your cause
This isn't you confronting God
You′re just writing down your thoughts
I thought I would just come back strong
But I used up all my thoughts
These days my life is boring so I don't have much to write
Well how′d I get this writing done
No wonder it's all trite
It's not enough to sound good or to show up and be nice
It′s not enough to pander or to use these basic rhymes
These days my life is boring so I don′t have much to write
Well how'd I get this writing done
No wonder it′s all trite
And now that I have done the thing
I wonder is it good
I wonder if it's worth a thing
And how long until it′s old
So I'm cutting cutting cutting
It all goes on the floor
It all goes on the video
It all will turn to more
These days my life is boring so I don′t have much to write
How'd I get this writing done
No wonder it's all trite
I used up my ideas and I tried to clean my drafts
But high becomes the pile left
I′d rather turn to theft
So ideas from the past come back
I stole them from myself
Ideas from the past, you hack
Left undone on the shelf
So writing isn′t doing
You can still evade your cause
This isn't you confronting God
You′re just writing down your thoughts
Writer(s): "cy" Brian Ross Ii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com