Merit Dot
๐ต 1508 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:37 duration
๐ ID: 16446057
๐ Lyrics
Oh god, my mom
Just gave me a weed sticker to put onto my guitar
Rarely ever smoking weed but still I stuck it on
'Cause the stickers I put on there have a story or yarn
Someone I once knew gave me a sticker of a star
She told me I should put it on the back of my lanyard
(It looked a little lame, but I did it anyway)
And every time my friends asked I had to explain
Any hint of sentimentality I hold onto
The little things that I hold dear if it has any value
And when I have any single experience I have to write songs
Fuck, what's wrong
I know there's something that I just can't put my finger on
Oh, what's wrong with me
Tell me, please
Rip off a sticker for it just reminds me
I need to sleep
But hundreds of these memories keep playing on repeat
Of things I could've done
Or changed or handled differently
And it's looming like a specter constantly reminding me
That everything is volatile and soon one day will leave
Told me she enjoyed the night and now we never speak
(Never had merit, for all a sticker is)
Is a piece of fucking paper with nothing else to it
Idle hands make one want to take
A gun and place it in their face
A bird in the hand will make one break
It's fucking neck and throw it away
When your life's plans
Are just handed to you with no circumstance
All the little happenings mean so much more than you would think
And I know that the roots one day outgrow
And if I was there, you would too
Oh, what's wrong with me
Tell me, please
Rip off a sticker for it just reminds me
Just gave me a weed sticker to put onto my guitar
Rarely ever smoking weed but still I stuck it on
'Cause the stickers I put on there have a story or yarn
Someone I once knew gave me a sticker of a star
She told me I should put it on the back of my lanyard
(It looked a little lame, but I did it anyway)
And every time my friends asked I had to explain
Any hint of sentimentality I hold onto
The little things that I hold dear if it has any value
And when I have any single experience I have to write songs
Fuck, what's wrong
I know there's something that I just can't put my finger on
Oh, what's wrong with me
Tell me, please
Rip off a sticker for it just reminds me
I need to sleep
But hundreds of these memories keep playing on repeat
Of things I could've done
Or changed or handled differently
And it's looming like a specter constantly reminding me
That everything is volatile and soon one day will leave
Told me she enjoyed the night and now we never speak
(Never had merit, for all a sticker is)
Is a piece of fucking paper with nothing else to it
Idle hands make one want to take
A gun and place it in their face
A bird in the hand will make one break
It's fucking neck and throw it away
When your life's plans
Are just handed to you with no circumstance
All the little happenings mean so much more than you would think
And I know that the roots one day outgrow
And if I was there, you would too
Oh, what's wrong with me
Tell me, please
Rip off a sticker for it just reminds me
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:18.64] Oh god, my mom
[00:21.98] Just gave me a weed sticker to put onto my guitar
[00:25.50] Rarely ever smoking weed but still I stuck it on
[00:28.58] 'Cause the stickers I put on there have a story or yarn
[00:32.18] Someone I once knew gave me a sticker of a star
[00:35.45] She told me I should put it on the back of my lanyard
[00:38.84] (It looked a little lame, but I did it anyway)
[00:42.29] And every time my friends asked I had to explain
[00:46.04] Any hint of sentimentality I hold onto
[00:49.11] The little things that I hold dear if it has any value
[00:52.59] And when I have any single experience I have to write songs
[00:59.45] Fuck, what's wrong
[01:05.22] I know there's something that I just can't put my finger on
[01:12.12] Oh, what's wrong with me
[01:18.94] Tell me, please
[01:22.88] Rip off a sticker for it just reminds me
[01:27.24] I need to sleep
[01:29.98] But hundreds of these memories keep playing on repeat
[01:33.24] Of things I could've done
[01:34.64] Or changed or handled differently
[01:36.69] And it's looming like a specter constantly reminding me
[01:40.09] That everything is volatile and soon one day will leave
[01:43.75] Told me she enjoyed the night and now we never speak
[01:47.14] (Never had merit, for all a sticker is)
[01:50.31] Is a piece of fucking paper with nothing else to it
[01:54.33] Idle hands make one want to take
[01:58.06] A gun and place it in their face
[02:01.25] A bird in the hand will make one break
[02:04.65] It's fucking neck and throw it away
[02:07.90] When your life's plans
[02:09.96] Are just handed to you with no circumstance
[02:15.30] All the little happenings mean so much more than you would think
[02:22.39] And I know that the roots one day outgrow
[02:27.36] And if I was there, you would too
[02:47.68] Oh, what's wrong with me
[02:54.37] Tell me, please
[02:58.32] Rip off a sticker for it just reminds me
[03:02.12]
[00:21.98] Just gave me a weed sticker to put onto my guitar
[00:25.50] Rarely ever smoking weed but still I stuck it on
[00:28.58] 'Cause the stickers I put on there have a story or yarn
[00:32.18] Someone I once knew gave me a sticker of a star
[00:35.45] She told me I should put it on the back of my lanyard
[00:38.84] (It looked a little lame, but I did it anyway)
[00:42.29] And every time my friends asked I had to explain
[00:46.04] Any hint of sentimentality I hold onto
[00:49.11] The little things that I hold dear if it has any value
[00:52.59] And when I have any single experience I have to write songs
[00:59.45] Fuck, what's wrong
[01:05.22] I know there's something that I just can't put my finger on
[01:12.12] Oh, what's wrong with me
[01:18.94] Tell me, please
[01:22.88] Rip off a sticker for it just reminds me
[01:27.24] I need to sleep
[01:29.98] But hundreds of these memories keep playing on repeat
[01:33.24] Of things I could've done
[01:34.64] Or changed or handled differently
[01:36.69] And it's looming like a specter constantly reminding me
[01:40.09] That everything is volatile and soon one day will leave
[01:43.75] Told me she enjoyed the night and now we never speak
[01:47.14] (Never had merit, for all a sticker is)
[01:50.31] Is a piece of fucking paper with nothing else to it
[01:54.33] Idle hands make one want to take
[01:58.06] A gun and place it in their face
[02:01.25] A bird in the hand will make one break
[02:04.65] It's fucking neck and throw it away
[02:07.90] When your life's plans
[02:09.96] Are just handed to you with no circumstance
[02:15.30] All the little happenings mean so much more than you would think
[02:22.39] And I know that the roots one day outgrow
[02:27.36] And if I was there, you would too
[02:47.68] Oh, what's wrong with me
[02:54.37] Tell me, please
[02:58.32] Rip off a sticker for it just reminds me
[03:02.12]