DOWNDOWNDOWN is a five-act story we made up together, for friends falling apart we got a little lost along the way and will tell you all about it –S AND R
Party Balloon
Let’s do another track, haha
I’ll be your party balloon
You keep me high and Take me wherever you choose I’m coming back now
Soaring above all the nerves that I frayed
Playing pretend at my Age is a burden, I take it to the stage
Yeah, yeah, we’re driving
Away from my memory and into a haze
And it’s a shame if its a phase
It’s a craze, I’m beside you like a Traitor to the race
I can’t choose a face to save myself so
I’ll be your party balloon
You keep me high and Take me wherever you choose I’m coming back now
Oh, oh, your party balloon
Oh, oh, your party balloon
I’ll lend you a lighter
You’ll blow out the candles
We can co-conspire
Cosplaying the adults, saying Call me when you get there
I’ll be honest, I forget where I was
Going, let’s reset, they’re
Blaring sirens think we better
leave me alone
Dump your trauma on my phone, I’ll call you in the morning
Are you really CAESAR? CAESAR can fall Yeah, CAESAR can eat it, yeah dressing and all, my Caesarian section, incise your psyche CAESAR don’t cut it, yeah lobotomy
Get the fuck ‘way from me, go to therapy I should be getting paid the way you’re fucking me
SAVIOR
I lost my mind this year
I chased a girl I couldn’t find, I got too high, I
Saw the colors of music I can’t write
I’m saving room for some music that feels right
And when I write, I find I can’t tell a lie
Anymore, I spent years writing in metaphors
I spent years skirting around 4/4
‘Cause if you find the downbeat you might hear my soul
If you move to my beat, I might tell you more
I might tell you—
Anyway I’m just calling the line
They sent me to, I’ve called four damn times
A six figure price on this eight bar demise
Sending sob story notes to ten professors
Once you pick up the phone I’ll perform even better
Goddamn, it’s been one hell of a first semester
Weigh me down, down, down, down, down, down
Weigh me down, down, down, down, down, down
I’m just calling to say I’m down
Down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down
Pick up the phone my dear
You’re the only one I like, the only one I tried
I don’t wanna scare you but I’m scared I’m not alive
I came to tell you that I’m working on my
Diary thoughts and the yoga mat sitting criss-cross butterfly beside the dust my dreams have gathered, must
I relive this like I haven’t self-diagnosed what it was?
All of these years, I knew what it was
Yeah, I knew it was
Anyway, I’m just calling the line, they sent me to
I’ve called four damn times
Weigh me down, down, down, down, down, down
Weigh me down, down, down, down, down, down
I’m just calling to say I’m down
Down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down
Oh, weigh me down, down, down, down, down, down
Weigh me down, down, down, down, down, down
I’m just calling to say I’m down
Down, down, down, down,
down, down, down, down
I woke up her ex like he’d save her
Ran half a mile to call the cops on her Transformative my ass, I’m no savior
Justice can wait for my friends to get better
I got scared, I saw the knives were on her I led the search, yeah I was the traitor I was the traitor
I got your hospital bill, I’m no savior
I was the traitor
I got your hospital bill, I’m no savior
I was the traitor
I got your hospital bill, I’m no savior
I got your hospital bill, I…
I’m no savior
I got your hospital bill, I…
Out Of The Haze
It’s my party now, I’m gonna celebrate
Got something to say, but I forgot
Yeah, things are looking up, that’s what
Aubri says
Thank god for that bill paying off
Call it remission, call it an intermission
But I’m here now, got no fear now
Call it an instant, I call it my vision
We pray for the sun, we sit in the shade
Counting birthdays, counting birthdays
Yeah, yeah, yellow little flames
They’re burning in my brain
Saying come out of the haze, come out of the haze
Yeah, yeah, come out of the haze
It’s my party, we drink prematurely
Drown in a kiddie pool, growing up early
I’m a big girl, I cry singing Fergie
Trix are for kids and bitches in a hurry
And type-A bitches with third degree burnout
Speed dating shrinks just to up the turnout
Crowd participation, group intervention
Overstimulation—I lost the plot
Hyperreality’s kicking my ass
I’m asking questions I never answered
Like, did my school gentrify jazz? What?
Did my school gentrify jazz?
Like ready, explain over Telehealth
So, I’m addicted to saving confession for doe-eyed confusion on stages in basements
La la la last gig was months ago, Bless me for sinning, losing my vision
We pray for the sun, we sit in the shade Counting birthdays, counting birthdays
Yeah, yeah, yellow little flames
They’re burning in my brain
Saying come out of the haze, come out of the haze
Yeah, yeah, come out of the haze, come out of the haze
Come out of the haze, come out of the haze
Yeah, yeah, come out of the haze
We pray for the sun, sit in the shade Counting birthdays, coming out of the haze
