Seven by Ponyboy

Well right around 23
We all committed not to feel anything
We spend our weekends serving those vows
All the while growing jaded and bitter
And I’ve been looking at myself funny
Am I a passenger in someone else’s dreams?
I’ve been struggling to square the joy ahead
With the suffering I’ve seen

It honestly makes me wonder

These days I got this super healthy thing I do
In which I try to stencil myself off of you
Compulsively I feel the need to atone
For the sins that I watched you committing
And I have yet to call it suicide
But it has taken such a share of my pride
To watch you come up 30 years short
Over shit that I swore you were changing

And it honestly makes me wonder
How badly I wanna know
Everywhere you went
And anywhere I could

A Seagram’s 7 flood had sunken your chest
And I was kissin’ on your cold head
By the time I got to tell you
Just how bad you were fucking me over
And now my inheritance is
A musty box of somebody else’s shit
Without a single thing that smells like you
Hell of a disappointment

It honestly makes wonder
How badly I wanna know
Everywhere you went
The depths to which I could go
And it’s frankly embarrassing
How bad I want you to know
Your burden’s been on me
No matter where I’ve run

• Rock
• alternative
• grunge
• post-punk
• shoegaze
• slowgaze
• Everett