Felt from Felt - Single by Eric Terino

All I’ve ever tried to say
is that I think I’m going insane,
I just haven’t found a way
to articulate it clearly.

I’ve been jailed in the arms of men,
confined by the shelter they lent,
impaled in their basements,
hollowed out and primed again.

I’ve wished to say
I tried my best
so I could put this thing to bed,
but all I pray
is not to die alone.
Alone.

I’ve been leaning on the edge again,
I’m still falling for the wrong men.
I’ve been thinking about everything I felt.
I felt.

All I ever wanted was
to feel like I was loved,
but nothing ever measures up
in this well that I’ve dug.

Lately it seems the world could end,
(A cursed fog is settling on land)
I’m losing faith in Man more often.
(Swollen winds twist and bend)
Where will that leave me when I’m dead?
(I have always been one of these men)
Will they say I was mad?

I’ve wished to say
I found my peace
in this anonymity,
but I still pray
that I don’t die alone.
Alone.

I’m still reeling from the whole of it,
it’s been more painful than I can admit.
I can’t fathom how I must’ve felt.
Felt.

So let’s just say I gave it all that I could,
and that’s enough
to get me through another lonely day,
today.

I’ve been clinging to the past again,
I’m still fighting for the wrong man.
I’ve been drowning in everything I felt.
I felt.

If I ever find a way
to get out of my head, I’ll be saved.
If I ever find a way, I’ll be saved.
I’ll be saved.

• Alternative
• art rock
• chamber pop
• freak-folk
• indie pop
• lgbtq music
• United States