Branches
City Mouth Lyrics

It's beginning to feel like the end times
I am starting to feel hopeless as negative news surrounds me

I think I'll waste away in bed
I am feeling so despondent that I want to retreat and do nothing

'Cause every time I read the news it's armageddon in my head
Every time I read the news, I imagine the worst possible outcome

I guess I could have just been more compliant
Maybe if I had just followed the status quo, things would be easier for me now

I could have put faith into these hands
I could have trusted in the system instead of doubting it

Instead, I buried them in guilt of things I still don't understand
Instead, I let my doubts and guilt consume me even though I don't fully understand everything

And isn't strange to think that there are bones beneath your skin?
Isn't it surreal to realize that there are physical structures underneath our external appearance?

I guess it makes me feel like a more practical invention
Thinking about the physical makeup of our bodies makes me feel like we are nothing more than practical inventions

So maybe there's a God, I don't know
I am uncertain about the existence of a higher power

Do you really think he built our bodies whole?
Do you think that our bodies were created in their entirety by a divine being?

I have to think that the parts are out there somewhere
I believe that our bodies are made up of individual parts that exist elsewhere in nature

If we only had the guts to leave our homes
If we were only brave enough to venture outside of our comfort zones

I know I fucking don't
Personally, I do not have that courage

This is how almost every day ends
My days often end with me trying to make sense of everything

With me figuring everything out
With me trying to understand and come to terms with my thoughts and emotions

And every new one begins with the new thing I've found to be sad about
But each day starts with a new thing that's bringing me down

And I hate the way that I only write sad songs
I am frustrated with myself for only being able to create melancholic music

I don't get that thrill like I used to
I don't feel the same excitement and satisfaction from creating music as I once did

And I hate these overly romantic depictions of depression
I dislike the way that depression is sometimes romanticized in art and media

And I hate that I'm part of that too
I am disappointed in myself for contributing to that romanticization of depression

But searching for the will to change anything at all is useless
I feel like trying to change my situation is a futile effort

It's beginning to feel mostly hopeless
I am losing all hope for the future

How long can I wander through these halls?
How much longer can I continue aimlessly existing?

Suffocating for a living is now where I see myself at all
I feel like I am barely surviving rather than truly living

But I can't lie, my comfort has a cost
I cannot deny that my current state of comfort is negatively impacting me

And if the world is ending, I might be better off
In the face of a possible apocalypse or other major world event, maybe it would be better for me personally

This is how almost every day ends
Similar to before, my days often end with me feeling lost and unfulfilled

With me figuring everything out
Still trying to make sense of my thoughts and emotions

And every new one begins with the new thing I've found to be sad about
And every day there is something new to bring me down

And I hate the way that I only write sad songs
Still frustrated with my inability to create happier music

I don't get that thrill like I used to
Still feeling like I'm unable to fully immerse myself in my music

And I hate these overly romantic depictions of depression
Still disliking how depression is portrayed in art and media

And I hate that I'm part of that too
Continue to feel guilty for contributing to that romanticization of depression

But searching for the will to change anything at all makes me sick
The thought of attempting to change my situation fills me with despair and nausea

Bury me, maybe I'll grow into something of use to you
Maybe after I am gone, I will leave something useful behind

I'll be a tree, I will stand up for once
Using a metaphor, maybe in death I can become a symbol of strength

And you can hide in my hollows when
Others can find comfort in my memory

You feel as useless as I have this month
When they feel as lost and helpless as I have been feeling lately

And you can climb my branches to better days
They can use my memory and legacy as inspiration to find a brighter future

I'm starting to grow into something that you can't save
I am accepting that I won't be here forever and that I cannot be saved from my struggles

And you can climb my branches to better days
They can continue to use my memory and legacy to find hope and happiness

I'm starting to grow into something that you can't save
I am starting to find strength and meaning in my struggles that others cannot change

And you can climb my branches to better days
My memory and legacy can act as a foundation for others to find happiness and peace