Name: Dream. Sleep. Repeat. by In Her Own Words in New pop-punk
Duration: 3 min 21 s
Description: Track 4 off of In Her Own Words' debut EP "Brand New Me."

New pop-punk

This rural midwestern existence is dreary at best 
I get to the city when I can the suburbs when I can't and small towns when I'm desperate 
I'm mostly desperate 
And I know it sounds corny 
But I feel 
Like the corn in these fields 
The fences close me in 

If I don't 
Take my chances and 
Put myself out there 
I'll never leave this town 
If I don't 
Keep my head up and 
Keep moving forward 
I'll never make a sound 

This rural midwestern existence is dreary at best 
My voice breaks and collapses over the fields and fences 
And even if I was king of 
This land of insignificance 
No one would know I exist 
The fences close me in 

If I don't 
Take my chances and 
Put myself out there 
I'll never leave this town 
If I don't 
Keep my head up and 
Keep moving forward 
I'll never make a sound 

Can you hear me now 

We're getting out 
We're making ground 
We're done fucking around 
We're getting out 
We're making ground 
We're done fucking around 

I'm drawing a line in the dirt at your feet 
Don't cross me 
Don't you cross me 

I've got determination for days 
I'll scream my heart out 
Can you hear me now 

I'm gonna 
Take my chances and 
Put myself out there 
And leave this fucking town 
I'm gonna 
Keep my head up and 
Keep moving forward 
I'll scream my heart out 

Can you hear me now 

Take my chances and 
Put myself out there 
And leave this fucking town 
I'm gonna 
Keep my head up and 
Keep moving forward 
I'm screaming my heart out

Fields and Fences

I can stand here 
And wait for you 
To give me everything 
I've always wanted you to 
But I'd be waiting for nothing 
I know you're never coming 
That's just something you wouldn't do 

I've heard this before 
You're so inconsistent 
Just like the rest of them 
Are you lying just to see if it works 
Are you lying just to see if it hurts 
Are you trying to get in my head cause it worked 
I'll give you 
One more week 
And if you don't talk to me 
I'll get the hint 

I can lay here and take your blows 
Another kick in the head but you don't even know 
That you're leaving me waking with these black eyes and bruises beneath my skin 
Can't you see what you're doing 

I've heard this before 
You're so inconsistent 
Just like the rest of them 
Are you lying just to see if it works 
Are you lying just to see if it hurts 
Are you trying to get in my head cause it worked 
I'll give you 
One more week 
And if you don't talk to me 
I'll get the hint 

And you don't even know that you're singing along to a song that's about you 
And you don't even know that you're singing along to a song that's about you

Inconsistent

The four of us over five years 
Whittled down to two 
And the years they were relentless 
As they wore me through and through 
And now my inspiration's left thin 
While these headaches are getting thicker 
And I've been taking my prescription 
But I swear I keep getting sicker 

So doctor doctor 
What do you say when 
The codeine and butalbital 
Don't take the pain away 
Sure they've been helping with the headaches 
And that's helping me get to sleep 
But there's no cure out there for heartache 
And everybody leaves 

The four of us over five years 
Whittled down to two 
And I checked my math and it just doesn't add up 
(No it doesn't add up) 
No it doesn't add up without you 
And I can't tell if I'm angry or just depressed 
Cause I've been worse for less 
Yeah I've been worse for less 

So doctor doctor 
What do you say when 
The codeine and barbiturates 
Don't take the pain away 
Sure they've been helping with the headaches 
And that's helping me get to sleep 
But there's no cure out there for heartache 
And everybody leaves 

So Johnny we're sorry cause 

We had something golden but we let it rust 
We had something golden but we let it rust 
We had something golden but we let it rust 

We had something golden but we let it rust

Stay Golden

A Eulogy for Those Still Here

Flesh to Fill Your Wounds

Sworn to Silence

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Dream. Sleep. Repeat.

In Her Own Words

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