No Direction

Alternative Rock, Industrial, Sad, Self Reflective, guitar riffs, studio quality vocals, ‑country

~~~~Written by me~~~~

[Instrumental Intro Hook]

[Spoken Intro]
Okay, so here's the tea
This here is a story, a story about a man
He doesn't have a direction in life
He's just going through the motions

[Verse 1]
Well where do I begin? I guess just at the start?
His life was headed nowhere, even before he fell apart
You think he had a goal? The hell the fuck no
He was just a young kid, afraid of growin' old

[Verse 2]
It started as a young teen, when the manhood began
His mother said "At eighteen, you'll need a lifes plan"
He was scared of that thought, he didn't want to grow old..
He wanted to just stay a kid, live a life without growing bald

[Pre-Chorus]
That was all a while ago, he's twenty three now
You think his life direction's changed? Nah, his mental health is down
He spends his days in his room, still livin with his mum
Fucker doesn't have a job nor a car, suprised he can wipe his own bum

[Chorus]
He's a mess, he's alone, and ain't got no direction
Fighting himself day to day, still dreaming of connection
You want a lover? Ha! Fuck you. You never even leave the house!
The only person you can date, is the mother fucking attic mouse

[Verse 3]
He say's he's looking for a job, but he's got a mental block
At any thought of such things, his brain just bolts the lock
He craves the touch of human hands, but stays indoors all day
Look out the window at the grass, is the best he's done today

[Solem Bridge]
Lets get real for a sec, the hells he supposed to do?
His anxiety and depression, hold him on back like super glue
He wants to look for change, Sure. But doesn't know where to start
He's tried producing games and music, even touched on digital art
He's gaining weight, lack of sleep, his skin pale as a ghost
He's letting himself go for sure, but change? Yeah right, hell no!

[Verse 4]
At this point all he wants, is to leave the fear behind
Get adopted as a pet by someone gentle, caring, and kind.
He has a few close friends, and holds them near to his heart
But he's burned out a lot, leaves them on read at months apart.
It's unrealistic, he knows, to want to dissapear
But the idea of change and responsibility, just kind of freezes him in fear.

[Final Chorus]
He's a mess, he's alone, and ain't got no direction
Fighting himself day to day, still dreaming of connection
You want a lover? Ha! Fuck you. You never even leave the house!
The only person you can date, is the mother fucking attic mouse

[Outro]
Fine, okay, tell him he's got the wrong idea
He knows damn well it's a pipe dream.
All he truely wants, is to run away with someone
But he never leaves the house, communication is dead.
He sucks at talking to strangers, so he stays home alone instead.
Can somebody please come and take him away?
Give him a good reason, to look forward to the next days?

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~~~~Written by me~~~~ [Instrumental Intro Hook] [Spoken Intro] Okay, so here's the tea This here is a story, a story about a man He doesn't have a direction in life He's just going through the motions [Verse 1] Well where do I begin? I guess just at the start? His life was headed nowhere, even before he fell apart You think he had a goal? The hell the fuck no He was just a young kid, afraid of growin' old [Verse 2] It started as a young teen, when the manhood began His mother said "At eighteen, you'll need a lifes plan" He was scared of that thought, he didn't want to grow old.. He wanted to just stay a kid, live a life without growing bald [Pre-Chorus] That was all a while ago, he's twenty three now You think his life direction's changed? Nah, his mental health is down He spends his days in his room, still livin with his mum Fucker doesn't have a job nor a car, suprised he can wipe his own bum [Chorus] He's a mess, he's alone, and ain't got no direction Fighting himself day to day, still dreaming of connection You want a lover? Ha! Fuck you. You never even leave the house! The only person you can date, is the mother fucking attic mouse [Verse 3] He say's he's looking for a job, but he's got a mental block At any thought of such things, his brain just bolts the lock He craves the touch of human hands, but stays indoors all day Look out the window at the grass, is the best he's done today [Solem Bridge] Lets get real for a sec, the hells he supposed to do? His anxiety and depression, hold him on back like super glue He wants to look for change, Sure. But doesn't know where to start He's tried producing games and music, even touched on digital art He's gaining weight, lack of sleep, his skin pale as a ghost He's letting himself go for sure, but change? Yeah right, hell no! [Verse 4] At this point all he wants, is to leave the fear behind Get adopted as a pet by someone gentle, caring, and kind. He has a few close friends, and holds them near to his heart But he's burned out a lot, leaves them on read at months apart. It's unrealistic, he knows, to want to dissapear But the idea of change and responsibility, just kind of freezes him in fear. [Final Chorus] He's a mess, he's alone, and ain't got no direction Fighting himself day to day, still dreaming of connection You want a lover? Ha! Fuck you. You never even leave the house! The only person you can date, is the mother fucking attic mouse [Outro] Fine, okay, tell him he's got the wrong idea He knows damn well it's a pipe dream. All he truely wants, is to run away with someone But he never leaves the house, communication is dead. He sucks at talking to strangers, so he stays home alone instead. Can somebody please come and take him away? Give him a good reason, to look forward to the next days?

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