Lyrics We All Cope in Different Ways (feat. Shelley Short) - Darren Hanlon

I had a ground breaking idea but I forgot to write it down
Now every thought starts to distort and they chase themselves around
Every concept loses meaning when you look at it too long
And today's amazing line becomes tomorrow's awful song
Well, "times longer than rope" I once heard somebody say
There's no where to tie the end onto so I just float away
And it's been three weeks since I've seen
The cheeks of friends I's goodbye kissing
So I feed the magpie mince and hope he'll stay a while to listen

We all cope in different ways
So don't be too hard on yourself
A hopeless string of empty days
Like standing on an arctic shelf
Staring deep into the void
Of your undiscovered mind
Searching desperately to find
Some comfort from the malaise
We all cope in different ways

We now watch the kind of films our former selves would not believe
Old DVDs of Keanu Reeves and we sneeze into our sleeves
I make calls to my great auntie file tax ten quarters old
But each receipt reminds me of when we were free and bold
Then I got lost in Jane Austen a posthumous work 'Persuasion'
She's the early 1800's poster girl for isolation
Her characters claim love if from some wealthy socialite
But Jane retained a single life and stayed at home to write

We all cope in different ways
So don't be too hard on yourself
A hopeless string of empty days
Like standing on an arctic shelf
Staring deep into the void
Of your undiscovered mind
Searching desperately to find
Some comfort from the malaise
We all cope in different ways

They say the world's been granted this chance for collective zen
But I keep refreshing to find more death and my heart it breaks again
But statistics are just fish sticks without their human faces
How can I empathize with all the lives that each number embraces?
When the behaviours of my own neighbours are making me suspicious
They prance around all over town like mobile Petri dishes
So I lock the doors and windows and pull the blinds to make a blinker
I've become my own worse nightmare: anti-social overthinker

We all cope in different ways
So don't be too hard on yourself
A hopeless string of empty days
Like standing on an arctic shelf
Staring deep into the void
Of your undiscovered mind
If you're lucky you might find
Some comfort from the malaise
We all cope in different ways