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Recovering Theatre Kid
03:26
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Each night I fall asleep and I wake up in the wings
I’ve forgotten all my lines or I’ve forgotten how to sing
I’m 20 minutes late or I just can’t find the door
The clothes that I’m wearing don’t fit me anymore
(Oh) The voices in my head are getting loud
(Oh) I try to find your eyes amongst the crowd
(Oh) I’ve always been a little bit dramatic
I just hope you’re okay with it
I’m standing centre stage but the spotlight’s pointing left
There’s only darkness for my sequins to reflect
No kisses from my mom or dad no flowers at my door
Who will I be if I don’t wanna stand on this stage anymore?
(Oh) The voices in my head are getting loud
(Oh) I try to find your eyes amongst the crowd
(Oh) I’ve always been a little bit dramatic
I just hope you’re okay with it
The curtain closes and it all fades to black
But I don’t hear any applause
If there’s no one there to listen am I even really singing?
(Oh) The voices in my head are getting loud
(Oh) I try to find your eyes amongst the crowd
(Oh) I’ve always been a little bit dramatic
I’m a recovering theatre kid
I just want you to like me, like me
I just want you to like me, like me
I just want you to tell everyone you know about me
(I just want you to like me, like me
I just want you to like me, like me)
I just want you to like me, like me
I just want you to like me, like me
I just want you to tell everyone you know about me
(I just want you to like me, like me
I just want you to like me, like me)
Yeah
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Static
03:37
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Before the static there was magic
Before the hard work there were fireworks
Before the heartache there were first dates
Before our slow end you were my best friend
Oh, and every time I think about you I’m caught between feeling shameful and feeling used
Oh, but every time I dream about you it’s a rosy coloured vision that never came true
Now when I look back I can see all the little cracks
We tried to save it, that made me hate it
Oh, and every time I think about you all I hear is screaming in the kitchen
Oh, but every time I dream about you it’s a supercut of how we used to be
Every time I try to move on, the radio plays your favourite song
And I’m caught in your taste and your smell
Hating myself that I can’t forget the way that you said my name
Can’t we go back to before the magic changed to static?
Oh, when I think about it you left me feeling used
Oh, but every time I dream about you it’s a rosy coloured vision that never came true
But how can I ever move on if I don’t want to?
Before the static there was magic
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3. |
Rattling in My Head
03:13
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I just need a little, something for the pain
I swear I won’t get addicted I just need to slow my brain
‘Cause I’ve been staring at the ceiling since 11:42
Now it’s 3:00 in the morning, I’m still thinking about you
And all the things we never said to each other
Rattling in my head, over and over again
Try to slow my breathing, expand and contract
But the wind gets knocked back out of me when the memories flood back
‘Cause I keep thinking ‘bout your mother and the way she always said
“Oh, you feel just like the daughter I always wish I’d had”
Now I’m laying here alone in our bed
With these words rattling in my head, over and over again
Over and over again
(over and over and over and over)
And I know that in a moment I’ll be drifting off to sleep
And I’ll get to see your face staring back at me in my dreams
And we won’t have to live the bad parts, we’ll just focus on the good
And we’ll get to do the things that we always said we would
But for now I’m laying in my bed with these thoughts rattling in my head
Over and over again
Over and over again
Over and over again
(over and over and over and over)
So I’ll just have a little, enough to slow me down
Cause I’d rather fill my lungs with filth than be filled with this hell
Tomorrow will be better, the daylight always is
It’s the night that makes me wonder what parts of me you miss
So I need something to slow my head
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4. |
Starstruck ft. Nic Dyson
02:38
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I’m trying not to look for you
But I catch your eye and you’re looking too
And I try to stop walking over to you
But I can’t, ‘cause it feels right
I try to think about my words
But I’m caught between my thoughts and past hurts
And I know I should ask questions of you
But I can’t, ‘cause I’m starstruck
There’s something about you
Something feels right
I can’t quite explain it
I’m trying to tread carefully
But there’s something welling up in me
I’ll keep it to myself for now
What else can I do?
I just hope I’m right about you
Something feels right about you
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Lana Winterhalt Winnipeg, Manitoba
Indie-pop musician producer from Winnipeg, Manitoba.
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