Sometimes, things are too painful For you to focus on what is real They pull apart at your life as it turns And the day to day becomes tender with burns
Something can still cause you pain Even when you don't understand it or want it To be a part of your makeup and brain It doesn't help you, help you explain-ain
What if (What if, what if) , you need this pain? What if you need this pain? What if (What if, what if) , there is no shame?
Sometimes, life is full of surprises And it's hard not to derail your brain There's no hope in compromises It ain't pretty, but it fucks you all the same
On a whim, in a daze, in a day, in a way On a whim, I could throw, throw it all away On a whim, in a daze, in a day, in a way I could throw, throw it all, throw it all away
What if (What if, what if) , you need this pain? What if you need this pain? What if (What if, what if) , there is no shame?
On a whim, in a daze, in a day, in a way On a whim, I could throw, throw it all away On a whim, in a daze, in a day, in a way I could throw, throw it all, throw it all away On a whim, in a daze, in a day, in a way On a whim, I could throw, throw it all away On a whim, in a daze, in a day, in a way I could throw, throw it all, throw it all away
Compositor: Alexis Taylor / Green Gartside / Oli Bayston