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Words From Your Favorite Song

"I Keep Myself to Myself" by The Boy Least Likely To

I keep myself to myself and no one else
Knows how it feels to be me and I'm all by myself
I've got a tick and a twitch for everything
The world is made up of boxes that I don't fit in

Sometimes when I look up
at the stars I feel so alone
because I know that no one can ever
See the world the same way that I do

I am afraid of falling in love so
I keep myself to myself
I want a cookie and I need a hug
but I keep myself to myself

I keep myself to myself
and when I'm sad
I comfort myself with thinking
that no one understands

Sometimes I dig through the shells
at a low tide I wonder if anything
fragile could ever survive
in this world without getting broken

I am afraid of things that can hurt
so I keep myself to myself
I feel completely alone in the world
and I keep myself to myself, to myself

And so wherever I go
I wear my heart uncomfortably on my sleeve

I put my elbows up over my ears
and I keep myself to myself
I close my eyes and the world disappears
and I keep myself to myself

I'll never be lonely when I am alone
and I keep myself to myself
I live in a little world of my own
and I keep myself to myself, to myself

I keep myself to myself
I keep myself to myself, to myself
Here is a deep song. Coincidentally, John Lennon wrote this in December 1970, when he was exactly my current age, 30 years and 2 months old.

God (1970) by John Lennon

God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain
I'll say it again
God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain

I don't believe in magic
I don't believe in I-Ching
I don't believe in Bible
I don't believe in tarot
I don't believe in Hitler
I don't believe in Jesus
I don't believe in Kennedy
I don't believe in Buddha
I don't believe in mantra
I don't believe in Gita
I don't believe in yoga
I don't believe in kings
I don't believe in Elvis
I don't believe in Zimmerman
I don't believe in Beatles

I just believe in me
Blackout, Ruston Kelly

Hello again. How have you been? you never seem to have much to say.
I’ve been awake for a week and tried not to sleep and you drain every little bit of me away.
And you know i ain’t doing too well but I found a few things that help.
I blackout in a bar, get high in my car, I drive round in circles till I’m seeing stars. I get so $&%ked up to forget who you are. I dumb down my head so I can’t feel my heart...pound,
and blackout.
I fake it through the day, That I ain't suffocating
And argue around with my friends
And when I polish off a handle
I laugh and I ramble
About anything other than what I been holding in
And most of the time it hurts
But I've found a few things that work
I black out, black out.

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