Golden Age - Moon King

waves roll down my cheeks again

6am feeling so sad

out of bed but still in cinders

wish that i had someone else’s name

all i want’s a simple thing

fall asleep and not wake up again

i’ll go unmentioned, too much pressure

feel this low, i’ll feel it always

i fell out heaven sent

in the bright lights we just look the same

happiness is the name that I’m given

isn’t this the golden age

waves roll down my cheeks again

6am and feeling so down

force it out, a little kill

nothing’s left, i mean there’s no way

press my face up against the wall

cheek to cheek now, who are you looking for

all i want is to be wanted

fill this hole and you’ll be

alright ok

always ok

i will love you

stupid thing

i feel like hell today

but it’s better, better than nothing

happiness is the name that i’m given

isn’t this the golden age