"Downfall" by Noah Kahan




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"Downfall" by Noah Kahan
Wish I could forget all this pain you put me through
But I’m the god damn same, & there’s no difference if I’m with or without you
I can not get enough of this fucking song.
Been listening to this album on loop
Classic Jack // Trainwreck
was i caught up in the lime lights or just the daydream
or was i blinded by the headlights and just walked out in the street or
was i frozen from the cold nights and sleeping under trees
was i burning from the frost bite or just feeling my heart beat
just feeling my heart beat
and now I see my regrets
on the ceiling
as if there was meaning
well easy come and easy go
i am a book that no one knows
i am a road you hope goes somewhere so take me slow
i am a toy shelfed up alone
i am a spirit with nobody or heaven to go
by
i know im manicly depressed over dramatic always hating everything
look in the mirror and then scrub to see it clearer just to see my worst enemy
i am a hand that no one holds
i am a artist with no canvas or clay left to mold
i am a chorus no one knows
i am teacher with new lessons but materials
old and battered
worn and tattered
words of the wise for nobody
my legacy will be made of glass
you can all take turns breaking me to the past
reading the room and the mood is as dim as the lights
everyone dressed to impress the ballroom while they drink to forget their good lives
i try to film it but the camera never wants to save it right
sell our possessions for some bottles and fake friends
making memories with people we don't talk to in the end
its times like these that make our world spin slow
its times like these you don't think you'll ever let go
oh everything can seem so perfect til you peak behind the curtain
its times like these that make us start to sink or start to grow
“Si vis pacem, para bellum”