Hotel Books - Nothing Was Different lyrics

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Me and my friends, we’re not the type of people to ignore

The smallest problem hidden in the smallest church mouse

We hide our emotions but I found out they’re just

Live animals hidin' in a glass house

I can’t let them out or even let them change somehow

But that’s all I can tell u now cos I’m not ready

To tell u everythin' I want u to know but I’m ready

To trust u or at least I’m ready to let love show

I spent the last few years chasin' my desires

And I found out I was just chasin' my own demons

When I found desire in u, u called my words excuses

But I just thought of them as poorly stated reasons

Simple execution of neglect and preparation for somethin'

Hidden in a deeply rooted promise that will always

Speak my mind but sometimes my mind will be mistaken

Me & my friends, we’re not the type of people

To leave room for error, but I make enough errors

To leave an empty room in my heart & with no one

To turn the lights on my heart lives in the dark

I will hide the light until u ask for it to ignite

Becuz the truth is bright but hidden in plain sight

Deep within the dark pools of ur eyes

The deep secrets cold as ice but sharp as a knife

That feelin' of real vibes hidden deep inside my dark feelin'

That I’m just depressions trophy wife

A sight to exemplify survivin' the night

Cuz me & my friends, we neva get in trouble

But we are a troubled bunch

Hope lies within our potential, deep within the rubble, hopin' that light will touch

A hypocritical statement, a blatant placement of words

That only have purpose if u strike a match & ignite them

And there u go we solved the problem for darkness

But reinstated a purpose of hatred within the deep desires

We developed to envelope the cyclical deep desires of desiring

Deep connections to add depth to the thick skin of our emptiness

Questioning, representing messages of necessary self-fulfillment

Some are satisfied with their instinct to survive through

The storm of darkness others call it selfishness but me

And my friends, we don’t subscribe to the cloud of confusion found

In questioning what turns the lights on

No, we neva ask

Me and my friends, we see the light on & celebrate

Regardless but sometimes the light doesn’t matter when we wear a mask

So what is gained if this isn’t me? It’s like having lungs but no ability to breathe

I guess the light exposed the fact that acceptance became a dead end

And it’s the only conclusion I can see

Cos some day maybe the identity of 'me and my friends'

Will just be 'me...'

But with this mask it doesn’t matter how bright the lights are

Cuz I don’t know who I am, I don’t know who I am

Unless it’s 'me and my friends'