These Days
Elizabeth Cook Lyrics

All manner of men coming at my door
A diverse array of individuals seeking my attention and company.

Since the one that was up ain't around anymore
After the departure of a significant person in my life, their absence has drawn new faces to me.

Got one he lay naked, sang Zepplin to me
One man, vulnerable and exposed, entertained me with classic songs representing freedom and rebellion.

Drives a matte black BMW SUV
He presents himself with a sleek, stylish vehicle that symbolizes status and luxury.

He whispered there's a line of coke right of the sink
He invited me to indulge in recreational drugs, presenting temptation and danger subtly.

He brushed my hair and filled my drink
He tended to me intimately, caring for me while also encouraging my reliance on substances.

I can't decide who is poisoning me
I'm uncertain whether it's the people around me or my own choices that are harmful.

Or when I look in the mirror who am I gonna see
I often question my own identity and how my experiences have shaped who I am.

THESE DAYS ARE ONE LONG NITE
My current existence feels like an endless struggle or suffering, filled with darkness.

AND I HEAR MY MOTHER CALLING OUT MY NAME
I feel a deep yearning for maternal guidance and comfort, a call from my past.

People talk about heaven rolling round in hell
There is a paradox of experiences where bliss and suffering coexist in life.

Give girls like me something special to sell
Individuals like me are often commodified or objectified within this complex environment.

I'm sipping on your daddy's sweet vermouth
I am indulging in something that represents comfort or nostalgia, possibly tied to past relationships.

So it's easy for me to tell ya the truth
This relaxed state allows me to speak openly about my struggles and reality.

I bare this soul, I bare this pain
I expose my innermost feelings and the hurt I've experienced in life.

Least it gets heard, no it ain't in vain
Expressing my suffering brings some validation, knowing I'm not suffering alone or without purpose.

So don't come selling crazy, we stocked up here
I'm not interested in any wild or erratic behavior; I've had my fill.

And don't forget your souvenir
Remember the experiences we've shared, as they hold meaning beyond mere moments.

I can feel the eyes bounce off me
I sense the judgment and scrutiny of others directed at me.

Yeah, you can believe this shit ain't free
Understand that my life and choices come at a significant personal cost.

And it's alright and it's all true
Despite the turmoil, I acknowledge my reality and embrace its authenticity.

Keep talking bout anybody but you
I prefer discussing others rather than confronting my own issues and pain.

Cause when the tears roll they flower my tongue
My emotions spill over, expressing deep feelings that sometimes are hard to articulate.

And where there's smoke it warms my lungs
The presence of danger or vice can provide a fleeting, comforting escape from pain.

If you think I can't take the heat
Don't underestimate my capacity to handle the challenges that life throws at me.

They don't sell crack on Cleveland Street
Implying that my environment is tough and that I must navigate these realities with resilience.

Temporary Jesus and impermanent fate
A commentary on the fleeting nature of salvation and the unpredictability of life.

While rehab bodies lay in state
Referring to the struggles of those who have struggled with addiction and the toll it takes.

Soon I will rest in Orion's arms
I long for peace or escape, perhaps in death or a state beyond earthly troubles.

Where I can't hear your false alarms
In this desired state, I wish to be free from the insincerities and worries of the real world.

I'll sing with sirens of the sea
I envision a harmonious existence, connecting with beauty and allure away from chaos.

A million miles from purgatory
The hope for liberation from suffering, moving far away from any in-between states of strife.

Maybe in morning I'll get some rest
I hold on to the possibility that a new day will bring relief and reprieve from my struggles.

Take another strangers head to my chest
I seek solace in the intimacy of temporary connections, even if they come from unfamiliar faces.

THESE DAYS ARE ONE LONG NITE
Reiterating the feeling of enduring an endless, dark phase of life.

AND I HEAR MY MOTHER CALLING OUT MY NAME
Continuing to express the deep longing for maternal connection and comfort in these times.

THESE DAYS, THEY COME OUT OF SPITE
These challenging moments seem to arise from a sense of bitterness or resentment in the world.

AND I HEAR MOTHER CALLIN OUT MY
The yearning for my mother's guidance remains strong amidst my struggles.

HEAR MY MOTHER CALLIN OUT MY NAME
The persistent echo of my childhood, seeking reassurance and connection with my roots.