Anhedonia, these people I meet are vapor in air
That I suck through my teeth
My love and dread are infinite sounds
Like the nights in Ephemera Lounge
Anhedonia, these people I meet don't take my chills like you do
I met my gaze in Washington's eyes
Screwed up by a drain
Outside the club
I was sweating serotonin and bug eyed
At Eight AM
I cursed the sun and walked away
I won a dollar
And a date with Anhedonia
Bursting the bubble of my ego
I kissed you in the September of the night
A sine-wave surged at 11:59
A dollar can get
One bubblegum stick; pre-chewed
I tried it
Spat slime
Stuck it to Pa's obituary card
What else is a boy to do when all his dreams of yestermorning are realised?
Amidst my re-desecration of self
A question lingers: 'what now?'
My Yogi says "inflate, then ablate"
My Magic Eight Ball says "drown"
Though I beg not to swallow the dregs of the dread
Anhedonia won't give an inch
She metes it matronly
For every blink's fill of bliss
A month of Sundays await
Like spiders on a web
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Anhedonia, these people I meet are vapor in air
That I suck through my teeth
My love and dread are infinite sounds
Like the nights in Ephemera Lounge
Anhedonia, these people I meet don't take my chills like you do
I met my gaze in Washington's eyes
Screwed up by a drain
Outside the club
I was sweating serotonin and bug eyed
At Eight AM
I cursed the sun and walked away
I won a dollar
And a date with Anhedonia
Bursting the bubble of my ego
I kissed you in the September of the night
A sine-wave surged at 11:59
A dollar can get
One bubblegum stick; pre-chewed
I tried it
Spat slime
Stuck it to Pa's obituary card
What else is a boy to do when all his dreams of yestermorning are realised?
Amidst my re-desecration of self
A question lingers: 'what now?'
My Yogi says "inflate, then ablate"
My Magic Eight Ball says "drown"
Though I beg not to swallow the dregs of the dread
Anhedonia won't give an inch
She metes it matronly
For every blink's fill of bliss
A month of Sundays await
Like spiders on a web
That I suck through my teeth
My love and dread are infinite sounds
Like the nights in Ephemera Lounge
Anhedonia, these people I meet don't take my chills like you do
I met my gaze in Washington's eyes
Screwed up by a drain
Outside the club
I was sweating serotonin and bug eyed
At Eight AM
I cursed the sun and walked away
I won a dollar
And a date with Anhedonia
Bursting the bubble of my ego
I kissed you in the September of the night
A sine-wave surged at 11:59
A dollar can get
One bubblegum stick; pre-chewed
I tried it
Spat slime
Stuck it to Pa's obituary card
What else is a boy to do when all his dreams of yestermorning are realised?
Amidst my re-desecration of self
A question lingers: 'what now?'
My Yogi says "inflate, then ablate"
My Magic Eight Ball says "drown"
Though I beg not to swallow the dregs of the dread
Anhedonia won't give an inch
She metes it matronly
For every blink's fill of bliss
A month of Sundays await
Like spiders on a web
Writer: Harry Burgess
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid