MUSIC

Spring 2019 Issue

Cosmic

by Ian O'Hara 

The Businessman 

by Nervous Noah 

Lyrics

 

Give up on impulse control
I started taking up conversation with the unknown
I forgot how one works in real life
Since I spend all of my time alone

Between interviews and phone calls
I might fracture the photos on the walls
Don't comfort me with clich├ęs
I know I'm a lost cause

I'm saving all my change for half of you
In its place while I am waiting
And I know
I know it won't make sense to you
But it makes sense to me
It makes sense to me

I can still taste the sleep in my mouth
It's too early to be this hopeless to be in this cloud
I take no pride in the hole I got myself in
So please don't help me to get out

Maybe I put you on a pedestal
Under a glass dome
I'm afraid that no one really loved me
And I don't know what to call home


I'm saving all my change for half of you
In its place while I am waiting
And I know
I know it won't make sense to you
But it makes sense to me
It makes sense to me

There's so many bigger things that should be on my mind
But since when did I ever stay inside the lines
I'm running away and running out of reasons
To hold on for the better times

I'm saving all my change for half of you
In its place while I am waiting
And I know
I know it won't make sense to you
But it makes sense to me
It makes sense to me

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