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I Regress
On Tour
Alternative Folk
I Regress was released on June 20, 2025 by Unknown Artist as a part of the album There's a Hole in My Head Where My Brain Used to Be
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Release DateJune 20, 2025
LabelUnknown Artist
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM103

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tom Letson & the Letdown
Tom Letson & the Letdown
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tom Letson & the Letdown
Tom Letson & the Letdown
Songwriter

Lyrics

I know that I look like hell
They all tell me I look nice
I don’t give them all the credit
I also blame the bad advice
Who turns and blames existence
Who blames it on the privileged
Who says, "God must be an asshole
If he made us in his image"
But they’re cooking up the manna
Even if the taste is awful
Then they sell it at their vendors
And we eat it up like gospel
Then collect all of our junk
And we sell it to each other
Hell to get our golden halo
We’d sell our father and mother
And you keep saying
That you cannot live like this forever
And I keep saying
That I swear I’ll get my act together
Oh but each time that we laugh
Relapse sneaks out of the breath
And I regress
I’ve been staring at this wall
Hoping that I might see through it
But the goddamn physical world
Keeps on saying I can’t do it
And I swear I’m making headway
Oh the room is almost shaking
Either it’s about to crack
Or that was my blood vessel breaking
Back recycling our habits
And pretend we’re getting wiser
If I could jar it up and sell it
I’d be more of a provider
It’s the same argument again
Oh we’re just hanging there like Christ
When I know being in love
Is taking years off of our lives
And you keep saying
That you cannot live like this forever
And I keep saying
That I swear I’ll get my act together
Oh but each time that we laugh
Relapse sneaks out of the breath
And I regress
I think the matter of the Earth
Is the matter of fact that we search
And I think the matter of the Earth
Is the matter of fact that we search
And I think that I don’t know a thing
But I think that I’ll reach the same ending
I know that I look like hell
But they all tell me I look nice
Yeah they dress up as apostles
And they spoon feed their advice
And I can’t control the impulse
To throw the plate against the wall
Where they write me off agnostic
Who they’ve no place for at all
So I’m ingesting Drano by the glass
Hoping it will help
Flush this taste of cigarettes
They’ve left inside my mouth
When one comes up and tells me
That they’re sick of passing blame
That God looks after himself first
And we have done the same
And you keep saying
That you cannot live like this forever
And I keep saying
That I swear I’ll get my act together
Oh but each time that we laugh
Relapse sneaks out of the breath
And I regress
Written by: Thomas Bryant Letson
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