Tape and a Prayer
An Alt-Rap Song about Holding On.
by manyface music
Tape and a Prayer is another song that came out during a really rough stretch after my separation.
Around that time, I had started therapy and was meeting regularly with a psychiatrist. Trying to figure out the right combination of medications to keep me steady, and everyone kept telling me I was making progress.
But honestly…it didn’t feel like progress.
It felt like I was barely holding on, and just trying to keep everything from falling apart.
During that time, writing was the one thing that still gave me a sense of purpose.
So if you ever find yourself in that place, where it feels like everything is barely taped together, find something you love and hold on as tightly as you can, because I promise you…
It won’t feel like that forever.
"This is for the next one who thinks they’re too strong, to cry or take the mask off, to scream when the love is gone - it’s a cautionary psalm, and if no one listens, at least now it’s written in this song."
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Tape and a Prayer Lyrics - Manyface Music
[Verse 1]
Walked out the office, kinda nauseous.
Replayin' all the words my therapist would say :
Like -
"What's the most useful thing you learned today?"
Well, I don't know, that's hard to say, hard to decide.
See, the Doc did a review of what she prescribed -
"Maybe a higher dose'll keep him alive."
Oh, and "based on all you described" -
"Here's a neat label for what you survived."
What, are you surprised?
Thought you disguised?
Hid like a Jekyll when you are a Hyde?
Broken and beaten and tryna decide.
Tired of lyin', tired of cryin' -
tired of dyin' this shirt with my eyes.
Didn't ask for a tie-dye - of rage, regret, maybe even demise.
"Say hi to your wife," she says with a smile.
"Now breathe and go back to your life for a while."
Wait...
What wife? - What life?
My marriage is boxed up and gone.
This wreckage been playin' on loop for too long.
Why do you think I'm writing this song?
Divorced for months - aren't we movin' on?
No - apparently not
But doin' my part -
Back in the car - drive to a bar -
Life is so hard, when you forget who you are.
[Chorus]
Try to get out of bed - Refill these meds,
Sort out the nonsense inside of my head :
One pill for the panic, one pill for the lows.
One pill to forget what the other one knows.
Man, I swore I'd be fine - I swore on his name.
But these demons play chess and I'm losin' the game.
No one to blame,
But I'm still wearin' the shame somehow -
My side effects got a scroll bar now.
But hey, they tell me I'm stable - so I'll take a bow.
"Better" - they say...
I've never felt deader -
Just tape and a prayer holdin' my ass together.
[Verse 2]
Cuz she say I got this Adjustment Disorder -
Like "come back tomorrow" - brain outta order.
Comin' undone in my House of Horrors.
Tryna learn boundaries and set up these borders,
Tryna not let down my biggest supporters,
Tryna rebuild but my self-worth it smolders.
Some days I might be a little bit morbid -
But life ain't a movie - it's not pre-recorded.
Write as I live it - cuz ain't no fast-forward.
No script for survival - freestyle my way towards this-
a perfect line or hell even a chorus.
But there's no back in time - no sympathy for us -
That's right - no control Z for the year.
And if not for this rhyme?
Man, I don't think I'd be here.
[Chorus]
Try to get out of bed - Refill these meds,
Sort out the nonsense inside of my head :
One pill for the panic, one pill for the lows.
One pill to forget what the other one knows.
Man, I swore I'd be fine - I swore on his name.
But these demons play chess and I'm losin' the game.
No one to blame,
But I'm still wearin' the shame somehow -
My side effects got a scroll bar now.
But hey, they tell me I'm stable - so I'll take a bow.
"Better" - they say...
I've never felt deader -
Just tape and a prayer holdin' my ass together.
[Bridge]
Okay, I admit it...
These days, I might be a little bit morbid -
But life ain't a movie - it's not pre-recorded.
Write as I live it - cuz ain't no fast-forward.
No script for survival - freestyle my way towards this-
a perfect line or hell even a chorus.
[Outro]
Or how about a whole fuckin' song - ha.