lirik lagu hashirat - a place to myself
i just had an awful dream, and in it we both beg forgiveness. in my dream, i couldn’t walk, could hardly move, and every time i spoke i heard the words clearly, but i could tell they never left my mouth
got me not knowin’ how to act
i’m fallin’ and i can’t turn back
this song is called “a place to myse~”
i’m fallin’ and i can’t turn back
lately i’ve been struggling with meanings
lately i’ve been struggling with~ i’m fallin’ and i can’t turn back
i never taught myself how to sleep, and i don’t know when i’m dreaming
i never~ i’m fallin’ and i can’t turn back
i don’t doubt that the song you’re hearing now is about something or, uh, even many things
i’m falling and i can’t turn back
but i, for the lifе of me, can’t figure that out
this song is called “a placе to myself”
as much as i’d love to believe any of my work is about anything, uh, that there was anything in the past two to three years i’ve been making music under this name. i can’t bring myself to admit it, but i’m also unsure if it’s a problem with admission. am i too embarrassed to declare a thematic way, lest i pigeonhole myself or, even worse, give myself away. was i really going to ~~~~~ after releasing ~~~~~, and was that relevant to its creation? is ~~~~~ really about, or otherwise inspired by ~~~~~, and, uh, did i~ did i really write something like ~~~~~ about ~~~~~, or is ~~~~~ really about ~~~~~ or the, uh, number of other things i say it’s about, uh, same with ~~~~~, where i really began to lose my sense of self and began to see my life and my being as a, well, that i exist soley as a set of relationships and only because others do, with my body being god’s last resort to keep my sane. we all have our impressions from years long past, glances since forgotten, conversations now buried. when i look forward i don’t see myself anymore. i don’t know what i see, really. i think we all know what this is about
i think i lost my mind and my wasted time
i’m dreaming alone in a hotel bed that he’s mine
i think i lost my mind and my wasted time
i’m dreaming alone in a hotel bed that he’s mine
i think i lost my mind and my wasted time
i’m dreaming alone in a hotel bed that he’s mine
i think i lost my mind and my wasted time
i’m dreaming alone in a hotel bed that he’s mine
i think i lost my mind and my wasted time
i’m dreaming alone in a hotel bed that he’s mine
i think i lost my mind and my wasted time
i’m dreaming alone in a hotel bed that he’s mine
i think i lost my mind and my wasted time
i’m dreaming alone in a hotel bed that he’s mine
i think i lost my mind and my wasted time
i’m dreaming alone in a hotel bed that he’s mine
i think i lost my mind, mind, mind, mind
i’m dreaming alone in a hotel bed that he’s mine
i think i lost my mind and my wasted time
i’m dreaming alone in a hotel bed that he’s mine
i think i lost my mind and my wasted time
i’m dre~, dreaming alone in a hotel bed that he’s mine
i think i lost my mind and my wasted time
i’m dreaming alone in a hotel bed that he’s mine
i think i lost my mind and my wasted time
i’m dreaming alone in a hotel bed that he’s mine
i think i lost my mind and my wasted time
i’m dreaming alone in a hotel bed that he’s mine
i think i lost my mind and my wasted time
i’m dreaming alone in a hotel bed that he’s mine
i think i lost my mind and my wasted time
i’m dreaming alone in a hotel bed that he’s mine
i think i lost my mind and my wasted time
i’m dreaming alone in a hotel bed that he’s mine
i think i lost my mind and my wasted time
i’m dreaming alone in a hotel bed that he’s mine
i think i lost my mind and my wasted time
i’m dreaming alone in a hotel bed that he’s mine
i think i lost my mind and my wasted time
i’m dreaming alone in a hotel bed that he’s mine
i think i lost my mind and my wasted time
i’m dreaming alone in a hotel bed that he’s mine
i think i lost my mind and my wasted time
i’m dreaming alone in a hotel bed that he’s mine
isabel stood by a window. through shutters she peeks up the street corner, and upon trembling knees her gaze was set. he sent her a message last night
it’s as though she’s joined by the faint light of dusk, for night has never looked so pale, and her skin has never felt so cold. the message repeated in her mind in fragments, as headlights grazed her eyes, yet to blink. he will break into their house, he will k!ll her, he will k!ll her brother
down the hall and to the left her older brother is asleep. he knows well the man who is coming. the sound of him turning in his sheets sparks a vicious flinch in isabel, whose now~broken concentration leaves her vulnerable. their parents are both away. the neighbors won’t hear a thing
he has done much worse to her brother, as she fears he will, before perhaps strangling or beating, do worse than before. but a softly fl!ckering streetlight lulls her from focus and into a drift. this street corner now a still photograph; dim orange light paints one road headed west, one road headed north, off~center from the house. the night was standing still, without blemish, without purpose. she steps away from the window, but with her gaze steady. with the shutter~masked streetlight streaking her and the living room as one, she steps out of her trance and calmly into the bathroom
“isabel, you’re bleeding,” says her brother, who is met with a panicked jolt. blood meets tears, both streaming from her cheeks and into a dirty sink. nothing more is exchanged past a gentle embrace. isabel doesn’t get nosebleeds often, yet no matter how many times she’s instructed, she can’t seem to stop them on her own. she doesn’t like the blood, she panics at the mess. her brother helps her clean it before going back to sleep
part of the couch in the living room faces north towards the window. eyes glazed once more, she has never sat so still. the light in the bathroom is still on, and still bleeding light into the living room where she begins to lose her vision
there is a knock at the door. she sits still. knocks continue as she slowly rocks her head back and forth, back and forth. knocks turn into pounds. she is still, but she can not bear the noise. though clammy and petrified, she stands herself up and shuffles her feet towards the door. even in such a haze, she doesn’t miss the step up the hallway
n0body’s at the door, but there is someone walking towards the house. they slow their stroll, eventually coming to a full stop. isabel hears, as though right next to her: “we will soon both beg for forgiveness”
isabel begins to approach him. he doesn’t seem to move. he doesn’t seem to move when she ducks down to pick up a large rock. he doesn’t seem to move as she, though trembling, hastens her march forward. he doesn’t seem to be standing still~ it’s as though he was frozen in his final moments
her first strike was to his temple, making him go limp and collapse onto the sidewalk. though breathing heavily, she can only hear the each moment the sharp edges of the rock break skin and bone. the bridge of his nose now a crater in which she repeatedly bashes to crack through into flesh. her strikes feel effortless, only feeling the meeting of stone and skull as to know where to continue so that she leaves nothing but a dark red pulp staining the sidewalk. sat atop his stomach, she feels no breathing. her hands still gripping the rock that now sits where his eyes would’ve been divided. above a pulverized nose is splattered and dotted with fragments, lit only by a soft orange fl!cker. the night has never been so silent
she can finally hear something: breathing, just not hers
his face, torn and crushed, displays a faint smile. blood pooling on either side of his mouth, his lips begin to shake. isabel gets to her knees, looking down at a dead man whose arms are now lifting and reaching for her neck. paralyzed, she can only watch as he, instead of attacking, caresses her left cheek, leaving a trail of blood. with a smile… “isabel, you’re bleeding” he says
“you’re bleeding, isabel.”
she’s finally able to get to her feet and begin stepping back toward her house. her brother is now outside, and dawn is creeping. the first rays of light meet the man’s half~caved face, the skin folded outward and dangling, eyes buried in deep red and battered flesh. he is now sat at the wall of the house in the corner where he met his fate, facing the two as they stand motionless in their driveway
“your sister can’t hear me, isabel”. his mouth is no longer moving, and she can begin to smell blood. “i remember her face much differently. i wish i still had that picture of her.”
all she could hear is his voice. though across the street, his voice did not echo~ it was as if he was standing right behind her
“she should’ve resisted more. but you can tell her that.”
sunlight begins to break through the branches of trees, and shadows begin to scatter. isabel now hears a light breeze, but feels only her eyelids, heavy. their stares remain unbroken
“i hope she forgives me, because i still forgive her”
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