It's Not Interesting - Spanish Love Songs

I say there’s more hurt than happy in my mind

Each time my chest aches

Like I can’t breathe deep right

But maybe I just don’t know myself that well

Or I’m up on the stage playing up the lies:

«Isn't he miserable?»

«Dylan, are you alright?»

You’re the only one that I’ve talked to tonight

If I’m being honest, it’s only cause I’m scared

Maybe I should learn to love myself?

It always feels better staying down

Maybe I’ll be happy in the end?

Should I hold my breath and wait for it?

It’s the same way that I’ve always been—

Talking shit for attention;

complaining for the eyes;

Telling every stranger I meet the same three stories

It’s not interesting

Feeling more paranoid than motivated

Turning down sex when I’m feeling depressed

And when I think I’m losing my mind

I have a chorus of voices who remind me that:

«Nothing you do is real

Nothing you feel is real

But it’s full of consequences.»

I’m spending a year out of my comfort zone

I don’t think I’ve ever been comfortable in my life

Or my own skin

So I spent a decade painting myself blue

Running from any hint of the truth:

I’m far too old to complain about dying alone

When I’ve been the way I’ve been

And I don’t think I can fix this if I find god

There’s no drug in the world that could possibly wash this off

I can’t even go down to the river

And stick my fucking head in it

The feeling’s gone

Just let me come back home

Let me wash the dark away