Size of My Heart
Unveiling Heartache: Sundressed's Poetic Reflection on Solitude
Lyrics
I wish I held on to ticket stubs
I regret not holding on to ticket stubs.
Old posters and all of the above
I regret not preserving old posters and other memorabilia.
Can't store it all in my memory
I can't remember everything; memories cannot contain it all.
So don't act like this offended me
Don't pretend that these regrets deeply hurt me.
I toss and turn when I try to fight
I struggle with regrets, causing restlessness.
The should haves that keep me up at night
Regrets about missed opportunities haunt me at night.
I'd benefit from a referee
I could use someone impartial to mediate my conflicts.
For all my friends and my enemies
This includes both my friends and enemies.
But anytime I bring it up
When I bring up my regrets, no one seems to care.
Well no one seems to give a fuck
People are indifferent to my concerns.
I've got something to say
I have something important to express.
I'm not feeling okay
I am not emotionally well.
I can't carry the weight of anyone else
I cannot bear the burdens of others.
I've been feeling this way
I have been feeling this way for a considerable time.
For longer than a day
My emotional burden has persisted for more than a day.
Now I'm starting to hate the size of my heart
Now, I am beginning to despise the depth of my emotions.
The Carolinas in a postcard
Reference to the Carolinas on an unsent postcard.
That I never sent I'm so scarred
I am emotionally scarred from the experience.
But your reactions to everything
Others' reactions to situations affect me deeply.
But my reactions are just as mean
My own reactions are sometimes unkind.
And anytime I bring it up
When I discuss my emotional struggles, no one seems to care.
You don't seem to give a fuck
Others remain indifferent to my emotional issues.
Maybe it's just temporary
Suggesting that the emotional struggle might be temporary.
Maybe I just learned on my own
Perhaps I have to learn to cope on my own.
I hope this is temporary
Expressing hope that the emotional turmoil is not permanent.
Oh, I just hate being alone.
I dislike the feeling of being alone.
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