Scribbled Holograms Songtext
von Bailey Allen Baker

Scribble out the mistakes
There′s no eraser where we're headed
Just booze and holograms
Of plans we once made
And things we used to have
And there′s no sense in
Making sense of all the mess we made
The sorrow that follows you
Is not a cloud you need to face
But a wrinkly sort of taste


Of a shadow set in place
That slowly lengthens your gait
Until you come upon
Your final resting place
When you face the bitter draft
Your demons will never last
Still it's never coming back
It's never coming back
It′s never coming back again
The being that you once claimed Is now disfigured and maimed

An androgynous soup with no reclaim
The primal squeak, your just an animal in pain
It doesn′t mean you insane It doesn't mean that you hurt more
That you deserve more
And the idea of a flirtatious beck and call
That been served due to how you felt in high school halls
You′re not that special, you're just a little too caught up with being
You can thumb through the past
The lamentations of an angry lad
Who fingered his wounds and scabs


Until the skin had nothing to flap
And all you were left with was anti-happiness
And a misplaced feeling of superiority
And you will flirt with the dark
Heading back to that ancient land
The empty hollow that follows sad
And the overwhelm of hopelessness
And when the void looks beautiful
Just keep on being
When you face the bitter draft

Your demons will never last
Still it′s never coming back
It's never coming back
It′s never coming back again
You stole it all
Feel cold then rebound
Its home, it's just your least favorite room
It's the sweet release, its just not coming home so soon
It′s your evil twin, with no mustache
It′s a deep gaping wound with no blood in the gash

Every second that you lived, is a second that you stole
From the sorrow shaped ghost that follows you home
It's a solemn foot race and you don′t have to beat them, you just need to keep pace