strung up

Lyrics

[Intro] (Warning! This disc is for use only on-) [Verse: HALO] Stringing up my guitar on my bedroom floor The black one, with the rosewood fretboard I strum a note and it doesn't sound right Reminds me of myself Is this where I'm supposed to be? I don't even have my degree Or diploma Or anything else to have a hold of Years with nothing to show Yet I'm told to hold on [Verse: keyesgen] (Shouldn't I be proud of my progress?) (Even though, due to life, I had to reset?) (Shouldn't I be proud of my progress?) (Even though, due to life, I had to reset?) [Chorus: HALO] (Warning!) My brain goes "Your honour, my ass is making mid" When I've gone on different roads than others did I need to string up my soul to the ceiling to rid My anxious mind of oxygen Yet, I know a doubtful look when I see it Haven't you made mistakes in life that didn't mean shit? Call me bold, or whatever, but at least I can admit That paths to success aren't perfect [Verse: Micah Callari] I heard a rumour that could be the truth I never knew how to cope in my youth I told myself all sorts of excuses To use for some help when it came time to choose What I'll do to adapt and move on From the things I did, right and wrong If I can't hit the notes in this song Make a lie and keep carrying on I've made some mistakes, but my growth is a statement To suck up and take it, and prove I belong [Verse: HALO] And I tuned up my high E And it snapped! That's another couple of bucks I won't get back! My mind's constantly under fucking attack Yet I'm worried I'm cutting myself way too much slack All these thoughts are stabbing me in my own back! [Chorus: HALO] (Warning!) My brain goes "Your honour, my ass is making mid" When I've gone on different roads than others did I need to string up my soul to the ceiling to rid My anxious mind of oxygen Yet, I know a doubtful look when I see it Haven't you made mistakes in life that didn't mean shit? Call me bold, or whatever, but at least I can admit That paths to success aren't perfect