Lyrics
Take these things of me
they are doing me no good
All this holding on,
all this paper,
all these gadgets,
all this history,
these letters,
these books,
all these mementos,
everything that holds me
holding on to it all,
leaves less of me
to grasp what is
right here
in front
to the sides
in back of me,
what is
above and
below
me.
Maybe, what is
beyond me.
Take these
scribblings,
these wishes,
this yearning,
that gripe,
this desire,
the love
and respect,
obsession
and neglect,
the raging fire,
that pyre…
whoosh.
All the unease and disease
insecurity and sorrow
triumph and decay…
up in smoke.
All of it,
take all of it,
if you would,
please.
There,
now I am done,
now I am quit of it,
now I am free…
Beyond me.
But,
wait,
a second,
wait…
who was that
again?
Style
indie rock
Credits
Prompt by
TempesT
TempesTGeneratedJul 3, 2025
ModelAria v4
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