Both Arms
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⏱️ 2:47 duration
🆔 ID: 1752761
📜 Lyrics
Participation trophy
It is bullshit, and it will not stick around
Carry me in both arms
My head worrying about something, false alarm
I keep saying it to nothing, getting lost
I can't bury it or bottle it up
Flashlights glowing through the sheets of my bed
I jump inside, pull the blankets over my head
And I know it's fine, and it's all for the best
Might as well just try, no sense in being a mess
Our conversations just repeat in my head over and over again
Can you hear me now and does it make sense?
All I hear is static on the other end
Carry me in both arms
My head worrying about something, false alarm
I keep saying it to nothing, getting lost
I can't bury it or bottle it up
Yeah, was watching on-demand, weigh your plans in my head
Now my hands, my hands are permanent blood-red
Brush it under, it's nothing, nothing
I'm not upset, I'm all set, I'm not there, not there
Carry me in both arms
My head worrying about something, false alarm
I keep saying it to nothing, getting lost
I can't bury it or bottle it up
You know what I have here with me
Is a participation trophy that I won in 2003
And it's been of great use to me
Because every time I meet someone with a different opinion than mine
I just use this to bash their goddamn face in
It is bullshit, and it will not stick around
Carry me in both arms
My head worrying about something, false alarm
I keep saying it to nothing, getting lost
I can't bury it or bottle it up
Flashlights glowing through the sheets of my bed
I jump inside, pull the blankets over my head
And I know it's fine, and it's all for the best
Might as well just try, no sense in being a mess
Our conversations just repeat in my head over and over again
Can you hear me now and does it make sense?
All I hear is static on the other end
Carry me in both arms
My head worrying about something, false alarm
I keep saying it to nothing, getting lost
I can't bury it or bottle it up
Yeah, was watching on-demand, weigh your plans in my head
Now my hands, my hands are permanent blood-red
Brush it under, it's nothing, nothing
I'm not upset, I'm all set, I'm not there, not there
Carry me in both arms
My head worrying about something, false alarm
I keep saying it to nothing, getting lost
I can't bury it or bottle it up
You know what I have here with me
Is a participation trophy that I won in 2003
And it's been of great use to me
Because every time I meet someone with a different opinion than mine
I just use this to bash their goddamn face in