Pigs
Brendan Kelly Lyrics

Sometimes I like to lay in bed and pretend like I died
I have moments when I just want to shut the world down and pretend that all my troubles have come to an end.

Sometimes I stay like that til the day becomes night
I sometimes indulge myself in that fake world for as long as possible, not wanting to snap back to reality.

Then I crank myself up and I set loose to fly
Eventually, I have to snap out of that alternate reality and face the world again with newfound energy.

Like a bunch of restless bats finally coming to life.
It feels like I'm coming out of hibernation, ready to take on the world flexibly and relentlessly, like bats that have finally woken up from their slumber.

And the places are the same but the faces are new
Despite the physical surroundings being the same, the people and their functionality have changed over time. They're different from what I remember.

And my own face is somewhere between yellow and blue
I'm in between emotions now, unsure of how to feel or react. My face shows signs of blues and yellows intermingling.

And I'm pressing my luck just to see if I can
I'm going beyond my comfort zone, taking risks to see if I can handle it or not.

And I'm betting my soul and I'm losing again.
The risks are too high, and I always end up paying with my soul. I keep losing, but I keep taking the bets anyway.

Cuz these pigs seem to be getting the best of me.
The bad influences in my life, represented by 'pigs,' are winning over my sanity, and I can't seem to get the better of them.

These fucking pigs seem to be getting the best of me.
Those 'pigs' aren't just bad influences; they're downright disgusting and evil. They're consuming me whole.

With so much to love, sometimes you wind up diseased.
Even though there are good things in my life, I still end up internally sick because of the bad influences around me.

Now I'm back in the sun and my fingers are scraping
After my slumber, I'm in broad daylight, trying to catch up on what I've missed but feeling unsure of how to do it properly.

And I can't work the clasp, I can't stop the shaking
Despite trying to be functional, I can't seem to work the clasp properly, and I'm trembling with anxiety.

And I'm making that face that only ever happens
I'm making a face that shows up only when I'm feeling completely overwhelmed and at my wits' end.

When your life takes a shit in your pants and keeps crapping.
It feels like my life is in complete shambles and continues to be that way, no matter what I do to rectify it.

What happened to all of the "Oh, you'll be fines?"
The people who comforted me with the phrase, "Everything will be fine" are nowhere to be found when I actually need them.

What happened to having plenty of time?
I used to think I had all the time in the world, but now I realize time is limited, and I need to make the most of it.

What happened to my fucking body and mind?
I'm feeling sick from the inside, and it's visible in my physical and mental state.

I poisoned them dry, but I'd still like to try
I may have damaged my mind and body, but I still want to try to make things right and redeem them to the best of my capabilities.

To wake up tomorrow and to feel myself grow in the sun
I want to see a day where everything falls into place, and I'm able to grow and prosper.

To finally face all the work I still need to get done
I want to face my responsibilities head-on and complete the tasks that need to be finished.

To quit being such a pussy
I need to stop being a coward and face life bravely.

And run back into the storm where my demons come from.
I need to face my inner demons, which are the source of all my problems. I need to confront them instead of running away.