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How Much of Me


Artist: No Legs Octopus
Artist's Description
An emotional rollercoaster ride through the exuberant experience of mania flowing over into the lives of those affected and the conflicting solution of medication. Uses vivid sensations to pull listener in and metaphor to chronicle the conundrum. Changes in tempo elevate angst and weigh down grief

Genre(s): Alternative and Punk, Emo, Pop-Punk, Grunge
Mood(s): Angry, Bitter, Dark, Energetic
Style(s): Alternative, Humanity, Illness, Psychedelic
Language(s): English
Standard License:$25.00
Extended License:$55.00

How Much of Me

By No Legs Octopus
It's my best kept secret
Though they'll say it's not
I smile inside and keep it
They've no idea what I've got

Colors only I can see
Sensations only I can feel
How it seems, I'd almost forgot

Sharper, brighter, quicker, lighter
I'm on a plane above
Momentum builds, igniter
More is never enough

Human needs are so mundane
Why stop when I don't feel drained
No one else has ever been this tough


CHORUS:
I used to be magic
A self-fueling system
But some called me manic
And themselves the victim

So, tell me
Am I the right amount of me for you now
Half full and half empty
Tell me the right amount
For you to want me around
How much of me won't make you resent me

Tell me
Am I the right amount of me for you now
Half dead and half alive
Tell me the way how
To stay grounded above ground
How much of me is enough to survive


My head is clear, eyes are lit
I am heightened, never frightened
My experience of it
Must be enlightened

Never been more wrong nor right
My sureness swells into a fight
I stand strong, your knuckles tighten

Along with good must come the bad
All the feels too big to hold
Elation, frustration, and always mad
My body breaks as I explode

They're experience of me trumps mine
Being myself diagnosed a crime
Too much for the world's permitted mold


CHORUS:
I used to be magic
A self-fueling system
But some called me manic
And themselves the victim

So, tell me
Am I the right amount of me for you now
Half full and half empty
Tell me the right amount
For you to want me around
How much of me won't make you resent me

Tell me
Am I the right amount of me for you now
Half dead and half alive
Tell me the way how
To stay grounded above ground
How much of me is enough to survive


BRIDGE:
When I'm unstoppable
Can overcome all obstacles
Invincible, nothing is impossible

My favorite me, who I like to be
The one who makes me feel
alive and thriving, fully real

I am magnetic and manipulative
Overly productive, 'til
There's no outlet, then self destructive

I can't rein it in
Can't keep it within
So the start of the end begins

I'm overwhelming for others
Commitments made suffer
Grasping for control that smothers

Too big to contain
They blame it on my brain
How convenient for you to call me insane

Now the magic has faded
The pills have erased it
I shimmered, then disintegrated

*Slow down, change-up*

It's pretty shitty when
You hear from all your friends
They like the you the best
Who is halfway dead

The grief weighs heavy
A light lost forever
Knowing that I'll never
Be fully alive again

They don't know who
They've taken away or doomed me to
Cause you're never not bipolar, you
Are just less of you


CHORUS:
I used to be magic
A self-fueling system
But some called me manic
And themselves the victim

So, tell me
Am I the right amount of me for you now
Half full and half empty
Tell me the right amount
For you to want me around
How much of me won't make you resent me

Tell me
Am I the right amount of me for you now
Half dead and half alive
Tell me the way how
To stay grounded above ground
How much of me is enough to survive

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