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yr poetry - the year we learnt to live... within our means كلمات الأغنية

when yr stars don’t align
and yr not too proud of your life
you can always resort
to the obvious chords
i was raised on the root notes
moulded by the minor fifth
whatever i break
i play the same songs to fix

only louder like_

when yr stars don’t align
or when you’ve had enough of blaming horoscopes or posting
quotes you’d think only apply to you
i get lonely too
yeah, everyone gets lonely, true

in concerts and clubs, free beer, hugs
what part of you wanted to leave this room?

(woah!) 2017
when i’m shattering dreams with broken pleas
(woah!) 2017
the year we learnt to live within our means

when yr stars don’t align
oh, all astrology is bogus
science shows us that our progress
ain’t dictated by random bodies
(they just shine real bright but then go dark)
the parties, the drugs, starts with us
what part of you wanted to grow up?

(woah!) 2017
when i’m shattering dreams with broken pleas
(woah!) 2017
the year we learnt to live within our means

yr poetry! from birmingham!
yeah, we were surprised too
we were all surprised
true!

and i’m sure yr all these things that i am not

[spoken word: john campbell]
yr poetry. she said, “there’s so much insecurity, these lost boys just k!ll me!” so bring on the coda. you see the problem with writings songs that summarise 2017 when yr only halfway through 2017, is that yr only halfway through 2017. look, it’s a cathartic process, writing yr songs. you take yr problems, yr sharpest insecurities, yr most engrained fears. all that uncertainty and regret, and you drill down past the stress and the dread, and all that negativity is just sparks inside a skull. you may not have agency over yr circumstances, but you have a pretty good claim on what happens there. neurons firing cannons, whatever dark energies keep you awake in the small hours, it’s just… inertia. and yr hijacking that inertia; re_routing it, using it to create something positive to throw back out into the universe. the songs, they might not solve yr problems, but they can both drown them out and illuminate them. yr claiming back control, empowering yrself. and if the song is good, if it resonates, you empower a whole bunch of strangers along the way. well, that’s probably not gonna happen here. so, back to our lost boys. fought their demons, wrote a song about them, wrote negatives in the positives and screamed over the choruses. wrote the whole year off when they were only halfway through it. felt satisfied, no coda. felt smug. and then the phone rang…

(h_llo?)
alexei, yr a piece of sh_t
we know you cheated but the
cheating’s not the worst bit
we know you planned it but the
planning took practice
it turned into habit
i’ll stop if this is over dramatic
oh come on!
yr the worst one

came out and said it
just come up and start it
said there’s honestly a part of me that takes it to heart if
you said i deserved it
i guess that’s the worst bit
well honestly, it almost feels worth it

oh, oh come on!
i’m the worst one
i’m the worst one
i’m the worst one

- yr poetry

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