Trivial Needs - Fredrika Stahl

Feels like I’m standing in dried glue

God I miss the feeling of craving something to

Put my soul at ease

Please some trivial needs

Need a habit I need a consolation prize

Some nails to bite

An urge to fight, then give in

To put my role on hold

And lose my self-control

I can’t let go

Reason’s got me

In a strangehold

Is there a way out of this

I’m not here to please

Nor fulfill other’s needs

I should just let them see

How ordinary I can be

Need a small corner, a little bubble of mine

A concealed pleasure, my secret golden mine

To treat no one but me

To feed my sanity, to feed my sanity

I’m always on the run and I hate copy paste for god’s sake

I can’t let go

Reason’s got me

In a strangehold

Is there a way out of this

I’m not here to please

Nor fulfill other’s needs

I can’t let go

Reason’s got me

In a strangehold

Is there a way out of this

I’m not here to please

Nor fulfill other’s needs

I should just let them see

How ordinary I can be