Suffering from Good Story by Eliza McLamb

Poor maudlin child
So wise beyond my years
Sigh here
Such tragedy
Befell me so early
Adam weeps

There’s no responsibility
When your life suck this bad
But here’s a secret that I keep
Please don’t tell anybody

I get off on suffering
It’s my favorite thing
If I’m without it I can’t figure out the point of anything
I get fucked, I play the victim
Fuck myself to do it quicker
Oh yeah, I get off on suffering
It’s my favorite thing

My better days only terrify me
What do they mean?
One day I might have nothing left to write
Just golden light

But I know it’s up to me
I can make anything
Even clear and perfect glass
In my hands turns to sand

I get off on suffering
It’s my favorite thing
If I’m without it I can’t figure out the point of anything
I get fucked, I play the victim
Fuck myself to do it quicker
Oh yeah, I get off on suffering
It’s my favorite thing

Self-awareness on vacation
Over-explaining inclinations to self sabotage
Really it’s just my fault
I put in all the work
And what I learned is I love to hurt
I search for the pain
It feels so good to never change

I get off on suffering
It’s my favorite thing
If I’m without it I can’t figure out the point of anything
I get fucked, I play the victim
Fuck myself to do it quicker
Oh yeah, I get off on suffering
It’s my favorite thing

• Alternative
• Indie
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• Brooklyn