Peace or Approval
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- indie pop
- 2020s
- bedroom pop
- singer-songwriter
- alternative pop
- indietronica
- lo-fi pop
- melancholic
Lyrics
Verse 1
Late night static on my bedroom wall
Scrolling through faces I barely recall
Wonder where I ended up in their minds
Is it worth the weight or a waste of time
Pre-Chorus
Ask myself if I'm enough
Turn it over, call my bluff
Counting worries in my head
Sleep escapes every word I never said
Chorus
Do you want peace or do you want approval
You can't have both, it's a simple removal
Ain't no peace if you care what they think of you
Truth grows quiet when you're searching for a cue
Post-Chorus
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Let it go, let it go
Verse 2
So you replay their words like a broken tape
Every echo just leads to another escape
Now you're building yourself from the outside in
You keep losing your way just to try and fit in
Pre-Chorus
All these empty eyes you watch
Never know your hidden cost
Try to hold your own again
But you’re never free until you let them end
Chorus
Do you want peace or do you want approval
You can't have both, it's a simple removal
Ain't no peace if you care what they think of you
Truth grows quiet when you're searching for a cue
Post-Chorus
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Let it go, let it go
Bridge
You hold your breath in a silent room
Waiting for signs you never assume
If you could loosen the grip of the doubt
Maybe you'd see what it's all about
Verse 3
You trace the outlines of your old disguise
Wonder if you're more than a compromise
Caught in the mirror, shadows in view
Maybe you’re tired of being someone new
Chorus
Do you want peace or do you want approval
You can't have both, it's a simple removal
Ain't no peace if you care what they think of you
Truth grows quiet when you're searching for a cue
Post-Chorus
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Let it go, let it go
Outro
Sunrise leaking through the dusty blinds
Breathing out doubts I’ve kept confined
Empty coffee cups and a tangled mind
Softly learning to leave it behind
Fading footprints on the wooden floor
Something lighter than the night before
Pain trades places with a dream or two
For the first time, I belong to me, not you
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