MUSIC
feel good
by Elayna Pasqua
love, teach me how
to love you correctly
to love you so nice
love, teach me why
we love indirectly
when we could be precise
my parent's child is a stranger in the world
a stranger in affection
nervous and mild, and as the minutes unfurl
she spends them all on self-reflection
how many times will I ask
for an answer that can't be detected
it's such a formidable task
to be lost longer than I expected
love, please don't feel
the weight of my tears
my mortal confusions
I'm not as sound
as it appears
I'm starved for conclusions
I hope the earth knows that I
can't be trusted to do what I should
I try to be sturdy and wise
but in truth, God, I just want to feel good
love, teach me how
to love you correctly
to love you so nice
love, teach me why
we love indirectly
when we should be precise
cynic
by Elayna Pasqua
you tell me that I'm too young, but
I don't know what that word means
the world is making me dumb, right?
the media, the tv screen
and I don't know what I've been looking for
I don't know what I've been looking for
I don't know what I've been looking for
I don't know
but someday I'll be free from love, right?
I won't need someone to love me right
someday I'll be free from needing
I'll be hooked on how it feels to need nothing
such cynicism stacks up slow
until you're rich on cynic's low
such sore suspicion takes a mind
that wants to be good this time
I go to bed with my fists up
fighting off a wistful place
my hand can never resist a
good reason not to show my face
oh you can trust I'm cool with never looking for
trust, I'm cool with never looking for
trust, I'm cool with never looking for
trust, it's fine
but someday I'll be free from love, right?
I won't need someone to love me right
someday I'll be free from needing
I'll be hooked on how it feels to need nothing
such cynicism stacks up slow
until you're rich on cynic's low
such sore suspicion takes a mind
that wants to be good this time
with every eye turning, at least in my head
I can't keep my own open long
why are they turning, is it something I said?
oh god, I can't do another thing wrong
but someday I'll be free from love, right?
I won't need someone to love me right
someday I'll be free from needing
I'll be hooked on how it feels to need nothing
such cynicism stacks up slow
until you're rich on cynic's low
such sore suspicion takes a mind
that wants to be good this time