Name: My Debts (acoustic/rough) by Anna Jane
Duration: 4 min 4 s
Description: A song about depression, nursing, and student debt. The last line of the song is something my mentor used to say every day, and now its something I try to remind myself of too.

A song about depression, nursing, and student debt. The last line of the song is something my mentor used to say every day, and now its something I try to remind myself of too.

My Debts (acoustic/rough)

To the girl who made my bones her playground,
Ever since you left, my breath echoes, a lonely sound.
And in a glass house of sane thoughts, I look around.
What do I see? The Lady, imagined, turns her back to me.

The cabin in the woods is waiting, if you're missing home.
But you know, what you know, so I'll roam,
Inside my dusty dome.

Discarded and forgotten, I've found my place.
I'll reside as a phantom in your reverie, won't leave a trace.
Echoes paint the shadow, so vibrant, he smiles.
The candles burning low; Flames rise up to match its glow.

The cabin in the woods is burning, but you're not at home.
'Cause it's a ghost's home, where no wind blows at all.
It's just a dusty dome.

The spirit in the sky is waiting, but your star's not there.
It moved on to that same old song my friend,
And so I'll sing:

To the girl who made my bones her playground,
Ever since you left, my breath echoes, a lonely sound...


Dusty Dome

Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away
 Now it looks as though they're here to stay
 Oh, I believe in yesterday

 Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be
 There's a shadow hanging over me.
 Oh, I yesterday came suddenly

 Why she had to go I don't know she wouldn't say
 I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday

 Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play
 Now I need a place to hide away
 Oh, I believe in yesterday

 Why she had to go I don't know she wouldn't say
 I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday

 Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play
 Now I need a place to hide away
 Oh, I believe in yesterday
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Yesterday- Beatles (Cover)

He's lived his life without a home.
The pretty people won't know he's gone far,
At all, at all, but he's been gone...

He spends his time waiting for rhyme,
To spin itself and take on its own life,
To show, to show, that he don't

Know why they must try to find.
The pretty people will walk a written line,
To show, to show, that they don't know,,,

And if it's really just routine for me:
A one-man-circus, please,
Enjoy the no-show.
And if it's time to leave this stormy sea,
I could make-believe,
That I'm gone... yeah.

Why must you always try to find?
It's not a clue just 'cause you don't use your mind,
To know, to know, that you don't know...

Saved from routine by gentle plasticine:
An exit bag is free,
It's breath your ghost.
And as I look down on a languid sea,
Life was just a dream,
And I'm gone, hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey...

And now that he has found his home,
You comb the sea searching for he who roams,
But don't find, and you won't find, 'cause he's been gone...

He's gone. Been gone.
He's gone. Been gone...
 

My Debts (acoustic/rough)

Anna Jane

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