Daydreams - Quadeca

Sometimes I don’t know what to-

Sometimes I don’t know what to think

Sometimes I don’t know what to sing

Sometimes I don’t know what’ll make it okay, make it okay

I’m snorin' all day for dreams

Uh

Wake up pondering

And my mind is wandering

All these opportunities left squandered in my oxygen

All accomplishments left haunted in my lack of confidence

Often is the result of falling under consciousness

You’d make babies cry

I make crazy lives

You’re just angry cause you’re livin' in a fading lie

And I’ve been feeling this energy

Feeling that somebody’s getting the penalty

Fearing that one day you’ll end up ahead of me

Feeling that this is the end of me, no

Will I tell you?

No, never

I think I’m so clever

But in the grand scheme of things I know that I’m no better

But I don’t ever, want to go to show just one more letter

I’m a go getter

I go get grades and get A’s, and get laid

Then wake up and get C’s, but get paid

Uhh

My life is so unusual

To most it isn’t suitable

To me it’s irrefutable

Can’t see me in a cubical

I’d rather watch my funeral

I’d rather go back to stab my own brains out back in uteral

Damn

But you know that I’m capable

You know I’ma pounce at any chance that is available

Feeling so unique and I think it is not explainable

No one hears my lyrics and says «OMG RELATABLE»

No

That’s not what I’m here to give

Been waiting years for this

You’re about to experience

Something that I’ve spent time, money, and thought on

Learned about all the times money had thought wrong

Kinda funny it’s long gone

But time is crummy and not long

I ain’t lucky, I’m not calm, not by a long-shot

I’m freaking out on the inside

You see me on the outside

Always think I’m positive and never see the downsides

It’s bout time you know the truth

You couldn’t be further from it

Get your head out your own ass

You couldn’t be further up it

Sometimes I don’t know what to-

Sometimes I don’t know what to think

Sometimes I don’t know what to sing

Sometimes I don’t know what’ll make it okay, make it okay

I’m snorin' all day for dreams

Sometimes I don’t know what to sing

Sometimes I don’t know what to think

Sometimes I don’t know what’ll make it okay, make it okay

I’m snorin' all day for dreams

I feel like I’m way too different, ridiculous

And most of humanity’s made of idiots

I barely even get myself, and you thinking you understand?

You think hiding behind a screen gives you the upper hand?

Please

What I do is barely poetry

There’s hope for me, I’m noticing people starting to notice me

But still consider me confident

Still consider me ready and giving out all my flawlessness

But honestly all of this, is haunting me, probably

It is just my sense of myself wobbling, toppling into

Awfully small pieces, normally all bleeding

It’s tragic and not fleeting, it follows me all evening

It’s calling my name constantly, makes it so hard to stay awake

I close my eyes and let it go and it all fades away

We’re tryna find that great escape

To get away from how we’re living life day to day

Some people find it in a drink or in a cup

Or in some bling or in a drug

Or in the things that give us love

But all I know is that it’s tough

And all I know is that this stuff

Isn’t enough;

it’s way too much

Sometimes I don’t know what to-

Sometimes I don’t know what to think

Sometimes I don’t know what to sing

Sometimes I don’t know what’ll make it okay, make it okay

I’m snorin' all day for dreams

Sometimes I don’t know what to sing

Sometimes I don’t know what to think

Sometimes I don’t know what’ll make it okay, make it okay

I’m snorin' all day for dreams