Because this morning I realized I could not write during my every free moment today [damn you, stupid life crap], I’m sharing the words of another.

This is my favorite song at the moment. This moment. In a few more moments when I’m driving away from my home, something else from my music library will pour through the speakers and change my favorite. Several times. But I’ll come back to this one…

When I think of you in the city
The sight of you among the sites
I get this sudden sinking feeling
Of a man about to fly
Never kept me up before
Now I’ve been awake for days
I can’t fight it anymore
I’m going through an awkward phase

I am secretly in love with
Everyone that I grew up with
Do my crying underwater
I can’t get down any farther
All my drowning friends can see
Now there is no running from it
It’s become the crux of me
I wish that I could rise above it

But I stay down
With my demons
I stay down
With my demons…

Passing buzzards in the sky
Alligators in the sewers
I don’t even wonder why
Hide among the under views
Huddle with them all night long
The worried talk to god goes on
I sincerely tried to love it
Wish that I could rise above it

But I stay down
With my demons
I stay down
With my demons…

Can I stay here? I can sleep
On the floor
Paint the blood and hang the palms
On the door
Do not think I’m going places anymore
Wanna see the sun come up above New York
Oh, every day I start so great
Then the sunlight dims
Less I’ve learned
The more I see the pythons and the limbs
Do not know what’s wrong with me
Sours in the cup
When I walk into a room
I do not light it up
Fuck

So I stay down
With my demons
I stay down
With my demons…

Demons The National | written by Matt Berninger/Aaron Dessner