distraction from Z-SIDES by FRIENDS OF THE CHAOS

(Aemyn: Headphones on, scrolling Facebook or something, this is how we get by)

Home is where the heart lets its heart down
Exposing those parts to the open air
At minimum, a place you can keep the bad out
Most days those walls feel like they were never there

Home is where the dark eats its heart out
Where diapposed needs arc up sparks when the high’s down
That disconnect between intention and tension
The misaligned narratives of combat and contention

I don’t what you’re feeling and I don’t know what you need
Maybe you’re dealing with similar things to me
Let me lift you up, let me help you breathe
Carry that weight, I’ll take as much as I can receive

We all need a brief moment of catharsis
Flight mode-minded thinking about you hardships
Let me lift you up, let me help you breathe
We all mess up the things we think we need

When unexpected noise turns to tears in a millisecond
This is where we innovate the concept of being present
I could scroll this feed to the bottom and then back again
Burn a couple hours catching up on every friend of friend

I could spend a whole hour nearly done in a minute
Think about that loop for a second when you’re trapped in it
You could bake a cake or clear the stuff of your bed
Diving to the bottom of infinite things already read

Seek distraction from chaos and distraction, or
When the silence makes every single word taxing
Egg shells littering a glass house of fractured factions
Every action has an equal opposite reaction

These contraptions we partake to parlay
That past pain to new hearts who know the strain of heartbreak
Blurry faces reminisce on dark days
Houses that weren’t home in ways that can’t be explained

I don’t what you’re feeling and I don’t know what you need
Maybe you’re dealing with similar things to me
Let me lift you up, let me help you breathe
Carry that weight, I’ll take as much as I can receive

We all need a brief moment of catharsis
Flight mode-minded thinking about you hardships
Let me lift you up, let me help you breathe
We all mess up the things we think we need

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