Let's all let go again
Let's let ourselves pretend
We're not lost. We're not hurting
I'm not someone else's burden
As I walk to the station
Along some busted tracks
I feel phantom vibrations
They can't be calling back
I shouldn't put my faith in
Those phantom Vibrations
I should just make my way
Make my way to the station
(Is it sadness or frustration? The train's leaving the station. I sure hope I'm on time
This time I won't miss it. We're following the same lines)
As all of our hearts beat faster
And all of our minds race
I can't make sense of nothing so
I stop trying
It's hard to say things clearly
I can't communicate
Can't work on my people skills
I push em' all away
I'm so bored. Writing
Cryptic bullshit to pass the
Time. I guess I'll be straight
With you guys. I write this
Way cause it's fun to hide
And no one knows which song
Is theirs and which are mine
In the end I guess I
Pretend to know what I'm
Talking about. Most times
I don't but I try
Anyways. Make it work, you
Know? Put things aside. But
It gets so hard, you know?
They're mashed together, don't
Make any sense. No sense
To myself. No sense to
You. No sense to
The world. No sense of self
I'm calling it. No sense
Of self, I'm calling it
Pinhead Reverie - Phantom Vibrations Lyrics
Pinhead Reverie - Phantom Vibrations Lyrics
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Let's all let go again
Let's let ourselves pretend
We're not lost. We're not hurting
I'm not someone else's burden
As I walk to the station
Along some busted tracks
I feel phantom vibrations
They can't be calling back
I shouldn't put my faith in
Those phantom Vibrations
I should just make my way
Make my way to the station
(Is it sadness or frustration? The train's leaving the station. I sure hope I'm on time
This time I won't miss it. We're following the same lines)
As all of our hearts beat faster
And all of our minds race
I can't make sense of nothing so
I stop trying
It's hard to say things clearly
I can't communicate
Can't work on my people skills
I push em' all away
I'm so bored. Writing
Cryptic bullshit to pass the
Time. I guess I'll be straight
With you guys. I write this
Way cause it's fun to hide
And no one knows which song
Is theirs and which are mine
In the end I guess I
Pretend to know what I'm
Talking about. Most times
I don't but I try
Anyways. Make it work, you
Know? Put things aside. But
It gets so hard, you know?
They're mashed together, don't
Make any sense. No sense
To myself. No sense to
You. No sense to
The world. No sense of self
I'm calling it. No sense
Of self, I'm calling it
Let's let ourselves pretend
We're not lost. We're not hurting
I'm not someone else's burden
As I walk to the station
Along some busted tracks
I feel phantom vibrations
They can't be calling back
I shouldn't put my faith in
Those phantom Vibrations
I should just make my way
Make my way to the station
(Is it sadness or frustration? The train's leaving the station. I sure hope I'm on time
This time I won't miss it. We're following the same lines)
As all of our hearts beat faster
And all of our minds race
I can't make sense of nothing so
I stop trying
It's hard to say things clearly
I can't communicate
Can't work on my people skills
I push em' all away
I'm so bored. Writing
Cryptic bullshit to pass the
Time. I guess I'll be straight
With you guys. I write this
Way cause it's fun to hide
And no one knows which song
Is theirs and which are mine
In the end I guess I
Pretend to know what I'm
Talking about. Most times
I don't but I try
Anyways. Make it work, you
Know? Put things aside. But
It gets so hard, you know?
They're mashed together, don't
Make any sense. No sense
To myself. No sense to
You. No sense to
The world. No sense of self
I'm calling it. No sense
Of self, I'm calling it
Writer: Pinhead Reverie
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