[Verse 1 — fragile clean]
I woke up with my mouth full of reasons
Why I shouldn’t get out of this bed
There’s a television talking to nobody
And a thousand little voices in my head
I wrote my name across the mirror
Just to prove that I still exist
Mr. Schwingman, you’re a fucking disaster
But you’re getting pretty good at this
[Pre-Chorus — voice starting to crack]
So tell me I’m fine
Tell me anything
I swear I’ll believe you
If you scream it loud enough
[Chorus — melodic, desperate]
I don’t wanna be good anymore
I just wanna feel something real
Rip the wires out of my chest
And tell me how I’m supposed to feel
If everybody leaves eventually
Then what the hell am I supposed to miss?
I tried so hard to be good
Now I’m getting good at this
[Scream]
SCHWING!
[Verse 2]
There’s purple light leaking through the curtains
Like a bruise that never disappears
I’ve been laughing at all the wrong moments
I’ve been feeding every one of my fears
And if you hear Mr. Schwingman laughing
Don’t confuse that sound for being okay
Sometimes the funniest bastard in the room
Is just trying to make the silence go away
[Screamed section]
SO OPEN ME UP
SEE WHAT YOU FIND
A CHEAP LITTLE JOKE
WITH A FUCKED-UP MIND
I GAVE YOU MY BEST
YOU CALLED IT A LIE
SO HERE’S TO THE PART OF ME
THAT REFUSES TO DIE
[Break — almost whispered]
Be good.
Or…
[Massive scream]
BE GOOD AT IT!
[Bridge — soft, ugly, vulnerable clean]
Maybe I’m dramatic
Maybe I’m a mess
Maybe all this noise
Is just loneliness dressed up to impress
But when the red light comes on
And I hear somebody laugh
For a couple hours
I don’t have to think about that
[Final Chorus — clean vocal deteriorating into screams]
I don’t wanna be good anymore
I just wanna feel something real
Rip the wires out of my chest
And tell me how I’m supposed to heal
If everybody leaves eventually
Then what the hell am I supposed to miss?
My name is Mr. Schwingman
[Scream underneath]
MR. SCHWINGMAN!
I tried so hard to be good…
[Music drops out]
Now I’m good at it.
[Feedback / distant scream]
SCHWING!!