582. Type Four

582. Type Four from lara's hype eng vol. AK. Web player, likes, and session sync: https://lare.m-d-r-n.com/play/582 Telegram post: https://telegram.me/lara_just_in_case/676 Lyrics: [Verse 1] Years without dreams, or almost none — three plots on repeat when they come: mom, the house, the ex-wife leaving — back to mom, the house, the leaving. Then they delivered a fourth: I say everything I actually think no filter, no social grace, straight to the face, no pause, no blink. [Chorus] It would save my soul, that dream — if I could just say it and run. But the consequences are awful so I stay. And I smile. And I stay. [Verse 2] How many years of being balanced with people who drive me up the wall. They call that maturity, maybe. I don't know what to call it at all. In the dream I finally say it. I wake up — the tension's still there. Type four. Diagnosis confirmed. The house is still standing. Barely. [Chorus] It would save my soul, that dream — if I could just say it and run. But the consequences are awful so I stay. And I smile. And I stay. [Outro] Just say it and run. Just say it. Just say.