Written by Histories
Captured at No Coast Recording Studio

Histories - Only In It For Me

There's an Inherent Err in Confidence

lyrics:

I know a lot of you were counting on me to make good of myself.
What disappointment; I fell from your graces, but I'm still doing well.

I found a new place. I set up a camp. I built a home.
They welcomed me in, let me sit down, let me know
there's no agenda, expectations, or debt to pay.
The purest of love. Purer than God.
And know that I won't forget from where I came or the things I've learned,
but you should know it's nothing more than just my history.

Now don't get me wrong because of everything I've said thus far;
I pass cardiac-kept stones over guitar
so put in practice I'm rarely given any grief.
I'm wearing none but optimism on my sleeve.
You gotta find a way to let things go and relish in what aids you most.

It's still nothing more than just the reason I've become.

We're re-enforced by centuries of jealousy and coveting.
Well I've got friends. I've got health. What could I need?
Mere paper's got us coughing blood,
and threats of age say growing up's impression.
I'd have to disagree.
The truth is I'm happy.
It's not satisfactory, but breeze flowing at me won't hold me back.
I've got places to be.

Sometimes you gotta be selfish if you want a future and just let go of your history.


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Success Is Not Killing Yourself

Lyrics:

If I never come around, could it ever be okay?
I know that it brings you pain, but I feel it too.
Will you recognize my face? Will you be the same at all?
See me pleading from afar; I'll need a drink.
Could you lend one out?

Your soul don't rest; well, it goes up in the sky.
You were promised pain and heartache there could not survive.
Mindless, senseless happy on the day that you will die.
Is that right? Is that right? What is right?

And I recognize the good. I can see it in your eyes,
but it's elsewhere in disguise you'd overlook.
I'm so stuck inside my head while you're stuck inside the wind.
Will it break your heart still then?
Though it's Hell to see it now, I'd hate to think you could forget me.

What is right?
Spare me.

Don't wait up, dear. Rest now.
Don't burden with strife.
Death don't scare me;
I'm scared of eternal life...
alone.

If it is what I deserve, well then I'll cast my lot with theirs'.
Because I don't think I could bear for me to live in luxury
while leaving those behind I love to endure endless suffering.