Chinese Finger Cuffs (Version 2)

Chinese Finger Cuffs (Version 2)

A Poem by ericdeben
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Pull apart my wishful thinking. Wake me up next time I'm dreaming. Hold my breath when I'm not breathing. There are some days that aren't worth seeing!

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I'm in a trap this week
With these wooden dreams
Wrapped around me
And I'm on the inside

I gotta relax this week
Just relax this week
I gotta live and let die.

Cause I know I can be a better guy
If I don't worry so much, like I'm in a rush.

Cause I know I can be a better guy
If I live in each moment's touch.

This anxiety is my only trap
I'm my own worst enemy
And I'm sick of this crap
I can't even pace my broken breath.

I can't do this. No!
I can't do this. No!
I can't do this. No!
Not when I'm on my own!

If only I could pull out
If only I were that simple
If only I could enjoy the inners
I could live life blissful

Cause I know I can be a better guy
If I don't worry so much, like I'm in a rush.

Cause I know I can be a better guy
If my past had turned to dust.

This anxiety is my only trap
I'm my own worst enemy
And I'm sick of this crap.
I can't even pace my broken breath.

I can't do this. No!
I can't do this. No!
I can't do this. No!
Not when I'm on my own!

Pull apart my wishful thinking
Wake me up next time I'm dreaming.
Hold my breath when I'm not breathing.
There are some days that aren't worth seeing!

Have you trouble believing?
Laughter is the best treatment.
Not struggling 
and dying for the weekend.

I'm in a trap this week
With these wooden dreams
Wrapped around me
And I'm on the inside.

I gotta relax this week
just relax this week
I gotta live and let die
Let it die.

© 2012 ericdeben


Author's Note

ericdeben
This is played on the ukulele with the chords Am, F, Cmaj7, and E7 with the 'classic' up and down stroke, but on the first stanza, it's only one chord after each line then stroking up and down on E7 to go into Am.

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I see this is a song about anxiety...with the repeating stanzas:

This anxiety is my only trap
I'm my own worst enemy
And I'm sick of this crap.
I can't even pace my broken breath.

I can't do this. No!
I can't do this. No!
I can't do this. No!
Not when I'm on my own!

I'm sure this is better with music...I'm only seeing it one dimensional...

Posted 8 Years Ago



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