Let Me Sign | Infectious & Teemuth
☾ ━━━━━━━ ☕ MIDNIGHT TEE ♫ ━━━━━━━ ☾ 🎵 Good music. Great people. Great conversations. 🍵 midnight-tee.com • 💬 discord.gg/midnighttee ☾ ━━━━━━━ ☕ MIDNIGHT TEE ♫ ━━━━━━━ ☾ Great collab with the amazing Infectious Microphone! 🎶🔥 suno.com/@infectiousmicrophone [Teemuth] Twenty-nine, rehearsing how to tell you that I quit. Not the job. The part where every choice requires a permission slip. Full explanation, suitable occasion, Wait until you’ve eaten so you’re open to persuasion. “Just being realistic.” Funny. Realistic always means Something you’d have picked. Something close. Something safe. Something I can still explain Without watching that expression rearrange your face. Changed the application. Changed the destination. Called it being practical. You called it dedication. You slept. I lay awake beside the clothes For a job I never wanted, Getting ready to get old. You said, “Nobody made you.” Right. Nobody held me down. Just made every other option Something I should feel ashamed about. “That’s a good decision.” Used to need that sentence. Now you say you’re proud And I check what I surrendered. Let me finish. Let me finish. LET ME FINISH! Do I need your permission To make a bad decision? Does it have to look like yours Before you call it living? Sign here, sign here Who’s this supposed to please? How’d you get so comfortable Deciding what I need? MOVE YOUR HAND LET ME SIGN When does my life get to count as mine? Good reputation. Can’t sleep. Everybody’s proud. Nobody has to be me. Still want your approval. There. Admitted it. Doesn’t mean you get to choose What I do after this. Could go wrong. Still my plan. You’re not signing this. MOVE YOUR FUCKING HAND. [Infectious] 30, Tired,.. So tired... Too tired to be admired Too tired to be everything that everybody else requires Thirty years of moving goalposts, watching standards getting higher Remember all the small things you did Always wondered where i picked that up Shit, that one too Is any of this even mine if I inherited it from you? Crack the driver's side window, light one like he did Drive one-handed, same as when I was a kid Ash hanging off the cigarette, watching where it flicked Every little movement, every mannerism clicked Elbow on the window, other hand around the stick Didn't know I'd carry every habit that I picked Smell of gasoline and diesel, something I could never quit Hear a motorcycle thunder, feel it rumbling in my ribs Funny how the smallest things are always what'll stick Didn't need to teach me, I was watching what you did Now I'm thirty doing things I learned when I was six Got your fingerprints on everything, right down to how I live Got your tastes and your opinions, got your temper when I'm pissed Got a thousand little traits I never consciously picked So tell me how I'm independent, how I'm making my own picks When I'm still looking for approval every time I take a risk? Still explaining every action, still defending every wish Still rehearsing conversations that ain't even happened yet Still anticipating judgment, still preparing to submit Still apologizing first before I've even done the shit Like I gotta have a reason, gotta justify the risk Gotta make it make some sense before I'm qualified to live But I never signed a contract, never fucking asked for this So why am I still asking for permission to exist? Do I need your permission To make a bad decision? Does it have to look like yours Before you call it living? Sign here, sign here Who’s this supposed to please? How’d you get so comfortable Deciding what I need? MOVE YOUR HAND LET ME SIGN When does my life get to count as mine?
