"Couch Comrade" by Abby Holliday
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Written by Abby Holliday and Jonathan Class
Produced and mixed by Jonathan Class
Mastered by Jonathan Berlin
Lyrics
Oh, how I self-soothe
How I bruise
Like an apple that’s fallen from a tree
From the inside out I'm rotting
I fight for my youth
And play it cool
But I'm naked at school in my dreams
I bet it means that they see right through me
Couch comrade
Do you wanna know what keeps me going?
It’s not the things I have
It's becoming the person you think I am
Oh, we can go for a walk ‘til I understand
Oh, those kind eyes
I despise
How nothing really gets you down
I just let you in and I let you out
You hold me when I drop my crown
And you’re belief is curing my doubt
Couch comrade
Do you wanna know what keeps me going?
It’s not the things I have
It's becoming the person you think I am
Oh, we can go for a walk ‘til I understand
Who do you think I am?
Should we not figure out the meaning?
Should we not figure out why?
Should we keep going outside?
Should we keep laying down?
Should we lay right here on the couch?
Couch comrade
Do you wanna know what keeps me going?
It’s not the things I have
It's becoming the person you think I am
Oh, we can go for a walk ‘til I understand
Who do you think I am?
Who do you think I am?
12 июн 2024
