Dive into the chaotic symphony of emotions with Penelope Scott as she navigates the tumultuous waters of mental health and personal crisis. This track is like a rollercoaster in the dark—just when you think you know where it's going, it drops you into another spiral. Scott mixes metaphors of domestic tranquility gone awry with visceral imagery of physical pain, suggesting that sometimes the battleground isn't out there in the world but inside our own ribs. Her repeated refrain about "no shame" in indulging self-destructive habits underscores a raw, unapologetic grappling with despair and numbness. It’s like she’s saying, “Hey, we're all a bit messed up and that's okay.” So buckle up, because this song doesn’t just scratch the surface—it tears right through it.
Baxter 3rd Is Under Fucking Siege
Lyrics
Some songs sound the way it feels to have a rib out of place
But I ran all of my errands
And all of my ribs are quite in
The animals are quiet
And all the things are in the bin
I put them in there with you here
When I remove them you'll be gone
I guess there's nothing to be scared of
I guess there's really nothing wrong
And there's no shame in sleeping later
There's no shame in sleeping more
No shame at all in being such a filthy frigid
Lysol huffing whore
And when the clock strikes 3:19
My words will sink into the sea
And I will know for a split second that
My whole life ceased to be
The morning I woke up to leave there
As soon as I opened my eyes
It hurt so bad that I could taste it
So cold it burned all my insides
I've never felt anything like it
Heard my lungs scream like that before
Felt such a tear in my aorta that it
Spilled all of the light I ever saw across the floor
I couldn't wrap my head around it
How such a nightmare could be real
And despite all of my bullshit nothing could stop it
Not God not sex not white hot fear
And there's no shame in sleeping later
No shame at all in sleeping more
None at all in being such a goddam filthy
Clorox huffing whore
And there's no shame in sleeping later
There's no shame in sleeping more
No shame at all in being such a filthy frigid
Lysol huffing whore
And when the clock strikes 5:19
I'll watch you slip into the sea
And I will feel for a split second that
Life has ceased to be
Writer(s): Celeste Ferguson, Penelope Scott
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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