Terrified of the way you fit in

Laugh it off

You can only pretend

There’s a man and he’s calling your name

Stay awhile pray to god

Hold the shame

Feeling it crawl underneath

Scarred skin

Pressed against 

Something that 

Never fit

There’s a man and he’s calling your name

Laugh it off there is nothing but pain.

Terrified of the places you’ve been

Laugh it off you can only pretend

(I don’t wanna know, I don’t wanna know 

I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna know, I don’t wanna know, I don’t)

Tell me if we’re heading toward the end.

Waiting for a sign

Of days that never come

Maybe I am blind

I blame it on the sun

Scrambled up my brain

I tell another tale

We talk about the pain 

Be afraid to fail.

Does it make it easier?

I try and sort it out

Nod and then agree 

But if I’m still afraid

Would you carry me?

I scrambled up my brain

I tell another tale

We talk about the pain

And leave out no detail

Does it make it easier?

(Thank you so much for listening to Easier by Cage King. If you wouldn’t mind at the end of this song just pressing the repeat button for me one time. What that does, is it gives me a fraction of a cent from these streaming services! Thank you, please enjoy the rest of the song.)

Does it make it easier?

Cicadas comin back for the summer 

All the clicking and the hissing

Loved by the esoteric

You got the back of my neck 

In the palm of your hand

I’m sweating out all my demons 

And you whisper

Baby could you open up your eyes?

Always sayin you ain’t got the time for me

Chocolate bar be breaking up the high

Hangin’ out the window and talkin to the clouds

30 til we hit the 405

I’m a Georgia boy so it’s new for me

Still you know that I’ll pull up to slide

Trippin’ off that psilocybin

Bow my head just to get by

Growing up in the southeast

Running from bugs and the police 

I’ve got enough shit for me to deal with

As it is. 

You talk of jealousy

Or even thoughts of sympathy

Either way I’m glad that

You are good to drive

Baby could you open up ur eyes

Always sayin you ain’t got the time for me

Chocolate bar be breaking up the high

Hanging out the window and talkin to the clouds

30 til we hit the 405

I’m a Georgia boy so it’s new for me

Still ya know that I’ll pull up to slide

Trippin off that psilocybin

Bow my head just to get by

All the lovestruck memories

Dwindled down to complacency 

You don’t know what I need

You don’t know what I need

All the lovestruck memories

Dwindled down to complacency 

You don’t know what I need

Baby could you open up ur eyes

Always sayin you ain’t got the time for me

Chocolate bar be breaking up the high

Hanging out the window and talkin to the clouds

30 til we hit the 405

I’m a Georgia boy so it’s new for me

Still ya know that I’ll pull up to slide

Trippin off that psilocybin

Bow my head just to get by

All the lovestruck memories

Dwindled down to complacency 

You don’t know what I need

Baby could you open up ur eyes

Always sayin you ain’t got the time for me

Chocolate bar be breaking up the high

Hanging out the window and talkin to the clouds

30 til we hit the 405

I’m a Georgia boy so it’s new for me

Still ya know that I’ll pull up to slide

Trippin off that psilocybin

Bow my head just to get by

Left me depressed on the

Corner near the underpass 

Dreaming of meeting your parents

Knowing when I do I’ll be

Slightly underdressed

And They’ll say

Talk to God

For awhile

Maybe He will

Guide your trials

Laundry day for Mama

Let it all hang out to dry

Coffee keeps her fueled for constant crosses

Picking and choosing just what she wants to fight

And she’ll say

Talk to God

For awhile

Maybe that will

Guide your trials if you

Spare the rod, you’ll spoil the child

Saying that you gave an inch (oowoaho)

But you took miles

(yeah)

And all the pain and the pleasure’s coming back to me

We talk a lot about who really needs therapy

Maybe if we keep on fighting we’ll get clarity

It’s a vicious cycle of charity

You spare and spoil the child

Keepin talkin to God

I’ll stay senile

Spare the rod spoil the child

Different times

I’m tryna

Break the cycle

And all the pain and the pleasure’s comin back to me

Okay, break the cycle 

We talk a lot about who really needs therapy

Okay, break the cycle

Some of us don’t get so lucky 

Some of us just pass on through

Some of us don’t care about money

Most of us sadly fuckin’ do

All of us seem to want something

Most of us seem to exclude 

All of us are all so hungry

But most of us don’t feast like you

And I said oh

Throw me the rope and the line

To pull me back up

I’m a little over being under-whelming

I wanna shine but it’s an under-taking

Oh

Maybe I’m trauma blind

I’m stuck in the past where

Even if I was a little bit deserving

I’m so fuckin over being underwhelming.

Some of us move faster thinking

Keeping pace with what we know

Avoiding glances so they don’t see the 

Red in my eyes and the hurt in my soul

And who am I to say what’s “sober”?

If I’m that way then I’ll seem dull

Another shot at dry October

Ignoring what’s been in my skull 

My skull

And I said oh

Throw me the rope and the line

To pull me back up

I’m a little over being under-whelming

I wanna shine but it’s an under-taking

Oh

Maybe I’m trauma blind

I’m stuck in the past where

Even if I was a little bit deserving

I’m so fuckin over being underwhelming.

And all that I ever seem to do

Is underwhelm myself

And underwhelm all of you

So why do I even bother anymore

I’m making a run for it, yeah

And I said oh

Throw me the rope and the line

To pull me back up

I’m a little over being under-whelming

I wanna shine but it’s an under-taking

Oh

Maybe I’m trauma blind

I’m stuck in the past where

Even if I was a little bit deserving

I’m so fuckin over being underwhelming.