Name: Hypotheticals by anti_exit
Duration: 7 min 22 s
Description: A song about thinking too damn much. Check out the rest of the album it's off at https://antiexit.bandcamp.com/releases

A song about thinking too damn much. Check out the rest of the album it's off at https://antiexit.bandcamp.com/releases

A.M. (AIR: Volume One)

Hypotheticals

If I go to hell with you stay with me?

Lyrics by Noah Khan
Music by Rollie

the angel that was damned

The Love Song for February Album Writing Month! Seventh track for the project, I wanted to drop this on Valentine's day for my girl. Sentimental and sickly sweet and vulnerable and honest and stuff.

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
More or less a decade,
That I lost to my depression,
The bitter parts of me collapsed
To time and introspection.

I made mistakes and then I made
A bed down on the floor.
I opened up my scars and
Closed the door.

I cut you out and pushed away,
The people that could help me,
Figured I would save the pain and
Let them all down gently.

I'll keep the story short,
But in the end I always knew,
The one who waited for me,
Was you.

Pre-Chorus:
Yeah, you always bring me back,
To parking lots and cold parades.
Playing Daylight at your bedside,
Taking graveyard shifts at midnight.

Those sad and lonely kids,
Just sharing sad and lonely spaces.

Chorus:
Don't you know
You're good enough?
Cuz, babe these days, without you,
I'm missing all your pieces.

It's all I want,
To fall back in bed beside you.
I'll, once again, remind you,

That every single song
I try to write
Just ends up being about you,
And all my goddamn feelings,

But I never run,
If we can hide.
If we can hide.

Verse 2:
People say to stay in touch,
When they end their conversations,
As if pain can't find a way to write
The words to Good Vibrations.

You fake it in your smile,
And then you fake it in your heart,
And before you know it,
This is where you are.

All our talks were more than making
Quips about the weather,
All the bits and banter made each
Day a little better.

Letting the walls fall down a again,
It's easier with trust,
When the people we will always have
Are us.

Pre-Chorus 2:
Yeah, you always bring me back
To missing shortcuts just to wander.
Rolling dice and reading magazines,
Laughing at bad movie scenes.

Those lost and lucky kids,
Getting lost and lucky together.

Chorus:
Don't you know
You're good enough?
Cuz, babe these days, without you,
I'm missing all your pieces.

It's all I want,
To fall back in bed beside you.
I'll, once again, remind you,

That every single song
I try to write
Just ends up being about you,
And all my goddamn feelings,

But I never run,
If we can hide.
If we can hide.

Bridge:
Sittin' on the bridge
In the middle of the night,
When the party got a little too loud.

You'll never be a person
In the background,
No, you'll never be a
Face in the crowd.

It's hard to just be honest
When your head's a big mess,
But I never thought
My love could ever last long.

But then, I never had a person
In my life who ever made me wanna
Write a bunch of sappy
Little love songs.

Slippin' on the ice on
New Year's Eve,
Singin' in the Rain,
On a signpost.

Billy Joe struggling
On the chorus,
Better let the crowd
Sing the part with the high note.

I never had a friend who made
Me fall so far,
Never had a lover
Make me laugh hard.

Don't you know that all the
Little pieces of you,
They fit into the
Shape of my heart.

All your pieces.

All Your Pieces

Billy’s Gorilla

Perfect

He might have your everything

Obtuse

Janurary

The war, behind us

Arise

I was hoping
You’d lead me to the ocean
And I could pull you under there
It’s always been
Sink or swim
I was hoping
You’d render an emotion
 How terrible it must be
To be concerned 
All the time
About time
Time

Every chance is your last
Put some muscle in it
Put your goddamn
  
Back into it
Feel the freedom of your obligation
Back into it
Held in place by the skin of your teeth
It would take a machine
To put the fear of god back into me

I was wretched
A little lie
A  sacrifice
I took what’s forsaken
Into my hands
You understand
I was letting you know
That the useful thoughts
Are the first to go
The rest  are waiting
For me to call t time
Because it’s about  time
About that time.

Every chance that you get
Bash your skull into it
Put your goddamn

Back into it
Feel the freedom of your obligation
Back into it
Held in place by the skin of your teeth
It would take a machine
To put the fear of god back into me

How cruel that they coddled you
It would take a machine to break the news
How cruel that they coddled you
It  would take a m machine, construction fee’s on me


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A Canadian Singer-Songwriter currently focused on a project called AIR, a trilogy of concept albums. Check out the full first chapter, A.M. at https://antiexit.bandcamp.com/releases

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