Nothing Compares To Nineteen

I remember 14, no existential dread yet, only school boys to be scared of, and trying not to be noticed

Even though I was a loner, the house was still a home, and when you’re growing up sheltered, nothing changes but the weather

Then along came all the numbness, my mother noticed it, ‘cause I wasn’t at the table, but underneath my covers crying

So she took me to the doctors, they declared me with depression, and when we talked about fixing me up, they went straight to head medicine

And the school set me up with the counsellor, social anxiety heightened, taken as a fool to my body, and shameful of what the mirror sold me

So I opened up to my father, he said he was just the same when he was seventeen, and when I asked if someone knew that he was hurting, he said boys didn’t talk about feelings

No boys still don’t talk about feelings

But nothing compares to nineteen, it hit me with a fist full of a new feeling

No nothing compares to nineteen, it hit me with a fist full of a new feeling

No nothing compares

No nothing compares

No nothing compares to nineteen

I’d never lost someone, I’d never lost a friend, and he was only twenty one, silence the killer in the end

Silence the killer