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Kids in the Kitchen Lyrics
Better wait till morning bet they're all in bed and better off dreaming
I'm betting forty winks you would trade a leg to not be alone
Because the dark enough is food for thought in the early morn
When you're who you are cause you're all alone
Well, I have been there too
With my mind scattered like some untied balloon
Though I know I'm not the first
to sit alone in the dark
Blinking little colon you're a metronome that separates digits
And you're doing me no favors thanks a lot, I can count on my own
So on you toss and fidget Like a kid in the kitchen Who refuses to eat all his peas
No matter the way you stir it it's not going away
Well, I have been there too
With my mind scattered like some untied balloon
As I entertained the thought
That God himself relates
For before there was time
There were waters shaping eternal night
And my God, who thought amongst Himself
It's not good to be alone
I sat long in the night, a thrall to my questions
A clock for my light, and a colon to play metronome
Rhythmical blight, as my fiber unwound
And tangled and tangled till my hands were all bound
In myself I knotted and gnashed and I writhed
And I cried to the Father who whispered so quiet
That until a seed gives up its shell and it dies
That it's only as good as the measure of its size
Well, I have been there too
With my mind scattered like some untied balloon
Though I have entertained the thought
That God just might relate
For before there was time
There were waters shaping eternal night
And God, who thought amongst Himself
It's not good to be alone
Until the seed gives up its shell and it dies
It's only as good as the measure of its size
I'm betting forty winks you would trade a leg to not be alone
When you're who you are cause you're all alone
With my mind scattered like some untied balloon
Though I know I'm not the first
to sit alone in the dark
And you're doing me no favors thanks a lot, I can count on my own
No matter the way you stir it it's not going away
With my mind scattered like some untied balloon
As I entertained the thought
That God himself relates
There were waters shaping eternal night
And my God, who thought amongst Himself
It's not good to be alone
A clock for my light, and a colon to play metronome
Rhythmical blight, as my fiber unwound
And tangled and tangled till my hands were all bound
And I cried to the Father who whispered so quiet
That until a seed gives up its shell and it dies
That it's only as good as the measure of its size
With my mind scattered like some untied balloon
Though I have entertained the thought
That God just might relate
There were waters shaping eternal night
And God, who thought amongst Himself
It's not good to be alone
It's only as good as the measure of its size
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"about a time when I couldn't sleep" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bw5PRapAmQg&t=178s&ab_channel=NMAfreak
This song feels and sounds like those nights when you can't cope with objective reality. When the only option is to gorge yourself on substances or claw your skin off.
When you're genuinely considering carving out your organs, but with no intention to die. You think maybe you're right, objectively. Maybe you're doing the world a disservice by not taking drastic action.
You feel like an accumulation of all of your worries forcefully shoved aside as a child. "That's adult stuff" they'd say, as if some kind of explanation would eventually come that would make everything alright. Eventually it all comes crashing down. It sounds like scrupulous OCD.
[Edit: didn't like the capitalization]