LYRIC FOR SALE

By No Legs Octopus

Suffocated by my desire to speak
Choking on words that beg to be freed
If I've learned anything it's not to be weak
In this liminal space bound by every mistake

Tangled by my desire for what I dreamt
Trying so hard to hold onto memories kept
Can't bring into existence alternatives spent
If I let go of what isn't I'll face what is left

Can't move on or move forward without its release
But I have to keep it in to keep our peace
How to stay in this space when my head says to leave
But my heart can't let go of it's need to believe

*picks up speed and urgency with little breath*
CHORUS:
I'm sick and tired of holding it all
Of absorbing his action with none of the control
His words his experience anticipate that and this
All the responsibility with no care and no respect
It's my fault and my job to accommodate his next
Pressing urge or desire, his mood or outlet
Just keep feeding the right balance and don't ever press
Him for more just accept you'll get whatever's left
Appreciate breathing don't resent the neglect
Cause it's better than receiving when it's contempt
And it seems these days all I can depend on expecting
When attention is shifted towards my direction
Is no longer an intoxicating connection
It's constant alertness to aid my discretion
And still I can't make myself ever regret him
(And still I can't make myself ever regret him)
*sharp inhale*


The narratives in my head wage a war
Whose version is real and what's worth fighting for
I just want to be heard but what you need more
Is to be right and for me to never be sure

It's a race as I rush to determine what's true
I have to decipher if it's me or it's you
Cause I can't trust myself but this feels like abuse
Urgency builds as I've got no direction to move


CHORUS:
I'm sick and tired of holding it all
Of absorbing his action with none of the control
His words his experience anticipate that and this
All the responsibility with no care or respect
It's my fault and my job to accommodate his next
Pressing urge or desire his mood or outlet
Just keep feeding the right balance and don't ever press
Him for more just accept you'll get whatever's left
Appreciate breathing don't resent the neglect
Cause it's better than receiving when it's contempt
And it seems these days all I can depend on expecting
When attention is shifted towards my direction
Is no longer an intoxicating connection
It's constant alertness to aid my discretion
And still I can't make myself ever regret him
(And still I can't make myself ever regret him)
*sharp inhale*


I can't think clearly while I exist in his world
Being belittled dismissed made small and ignored
Every effort met with a rebuttal and sword
His words cut as I realize I'll never get more

Can't escape as long as I stand still here
Can't reboot or refocus whenever he's near
I'm on edge and on empty as I carry around fear
What I want is the old admiration and cheer


*slower, easy, breathy*
BRIDGE:
Then suddenly sometimes it's like nothing's changed
I feel silly almost to have suffered in vain
It's not him everything must be just in my brain
Few and far in between but it keeps me sustained

How to ever want love knowing what it became
So little of what we had once still remains
Yet I know that I'll never again feel this way
No one else will compare to all that he gave

How could I settle for anything less than insane
Though I've gone crazy with rambling, still I can't say
That I'll ever wish I never first learned his name
Cause it brought us alive while I died in its place
(I felt us come alive though I died in our place)


CHORUS
I'm sick and tired of holding it all
Of absorbing his action with none of the control
His words his experience anticipate that and this
All the responsibility with no care or respect
It's my fault and my job to accommodate his next
Pressing urge or desire his mood or outlet
Just keep feeding the right balance and don't ever press
Him for more just accept you'll get whatever's left
Appreciate breathing don't resent the neglect
Cause it's better than receiving when it's contempt
And it seems these days all I can depend on expecting
When attention is shifted towards my direction
Is no longer an intoxicating connection
It's constant alertness to aid my discretion
And still I can't make myself ever regret him
(And still I can't make myself ever regret him)
(And still I can't make myself ever regret him)
*echoes off*