Hailey Rochon

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Hailey Rochon

(Verse)
Bury me with the music,
I want to come back to it,
Still want to get nostalgic
When I’m all ash and bone

I can laugh at all my lyrics,
They’ll really feel cliché when
I know I can never change them
And can see why they’re all wrong

(Bridge)
I wonder if I’ll still know the failure of defeat,
Or does disappointment die like cells and meat?

(Chorus)
If every song I wrote,
Every word I spoke,
Were etched into the walls of my afterlife
Would I cringe and look away,
Or be proud of what I made?
I’m hoping I’d be someone that I’d like
I guess it’s good I still have time to write.

(Verse)
There are twelve notes in Earth’s octave,
Rearranged and repeated,
How many are there in Heaven,
I would like to know

Will great songs feel incomplete with
The angelic choir’s absence
Did Nirvana reach nirvana after all?

(Bridge)
I wonder if I’ll still know the failure of defeat,
Or does disappointment die like cells and meat?

(Chorus)
If every song I wrote,
Every word I spoke,
Were etched into the walls of my afterlife
Would I cringe and look away,
Or be proud of what I made,
I’m hoping I’d be someone that I’d like,

I guess it’s good I still have time to write

Bury Me with the Music

A cold, cold night at the Might’ve Been Inn
With all your old lovers and lost friends,
That’s where this night ends.
It’s not really somewhere you want to be,
But if you’re gonna keep climbing up this old tree
Like you seem to be,
It’s going to bark eventually.

Some people are better left in the past,
Most of us learn that lesson last,
We have to keep taking chances until we crash.
But toxicity seeps into everything,
A social media post or a wedding ring,
You’re not going to love every single thing about someone,
But getting close shouldn’t be hard, it should be fun.

A long, long day at the nostalgia shop
Where 90’s r&b CDs are a dollar a pop
And you can cop
But that sweet, sweet melody won’t make the sadness stop

Some people are better left in the past,
Most of us learn that lesson last
We have to keep on driving backwards until we crash.
But toxicity seeps into everything,
A social media post or a wedding ring,
You’re not going to love every single thing about someone,
But getting close shouldn’t be hard, it should be fun.

The Might’ve Been Inn


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(Verse)
Bury me with the music,
I want to come back to it,
Still want to get nostalgic
When I’m all ash and bone

I can laugh at all my lyrics,
They’ll really feel cliché when
I know I can never change them
And can see why they’re all wrong

(Bridge)
I wonder if I’ll still know the failure of defeat,
Or does disappointment die like cells and meat?

(Chorus)
If every song I wrote,
Every word I spoke,
Were etched into the walls of my afterlife
Would I cringe and look away,
Or be proud of what I made?
I’m hoping I’d be someone that I’d like
I guess it’s good I still have time to write.

(Verse)
There are twelve notes in Earth’s octave,
Rearranged and repeated,
How many are there in Heaven,
I would like to know

Will great songs feel incomplete with
The angelic choir’s absence
Did Nirvana reach nirvana after all?

(Bridge)
I wonder if I’ll still know the failure of defeat,
Or does disappointment die like cells and meat?

(Chorus)
If every song I wrote,
Every word I spoke,
Were etched into the walls of my afterlife
Would I cringe and look away,
Or be proud of what I made,
I’m hoping I’d be someone that I’d like,

I guess it’s good I still have time to write

Bury Me with the Music

A cold, cold night at the Might’ve Been Inn
With all your old lovers and lost friends,
That’s where this night ends.
It’s not really somewhere you want to be,
But if you’re gonna keep climbing up this old tree
Like you seem to be,
It’s going to bark eventually.

Some people are better left in the past,
Most of us learn that lesson last,
We have to keep taking chances until we crash.
But toxicity seeps into everything,
A social media post or a wedding ring,
You’re not going to love every single thing about someone,
But getting close shouldn’t be hard, it should be fun.

A long, long day at the nostalgia shop
Where 90’s r&b CDs are a dollar a pop
And you can cop
But that sweet, sweet melody won’t make the sadness stop

Some people are better left in the past,
Most of us learn that lesson last
We have to keep on driving backwards until we crash.
But toxicity seeps into everything,
A social media post or a wedding ring,
You’re not going to love every single thing about someone,
But getting close shouldn’t be hard, it should be fun.

The Might’ve Been Inn

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(Verse)
Bury me with the music,
I want to come back to it,
Still want to get nostalgic
When I’m all ash and bone

I can laugh at all my lyrics,
They’ll really feel cliché when
I know I can never change them
And can see why they’re all wrong

(Bridge)
I wonder if I’ll still know the failure of defeat,
Or does disappointment die like cells and meat?

(Chorus)
If every song I wrote,
Every word I spoke,
Were etched into the walls of my afterlife
Would I cringe and look away,
Or be proud of what I made?
I’m hoping I’d be someone that I’d like
I guess it’s good I still have time to write.

(Verse)
There are twelve notes in Earth’s octave,
Rearranged and repeated,
How many are there in Heaven,
I would like to know

Will great songs feel incomplete with
The angelic choir’s absence
Did Nirvana reach nirvana after all?

(Bridge)
I wonder if I’ll still know the failure of defeat,
Or does disappointment die like cells and meat?

(Chorus)
If every song I wrote,
Every word I spoke,
Were etched into the walls of my afterlife
Would I cringe and look away,
Or be proud of what I made,
I’m hoping I’d be someone that I’d like,

I guess it’s good I still have time to write

Bury Me with the Music

A cold, cold night at the Might’ve Been Inn
With all your old lovers and lost friends,
That’s where this night ends.
It’s not really somewhere you want to be,
But if you’re gonna keep climbing up this old tree
Like you seem to be,
It’s going to bark eventually.

Some people are better left in the past,
Most of us learn that lesson last,
We have to keep taking chances until we crash.
But toxicity seeps into everything,
A social media post or a wedding ring,
You’re not going to love every single thing about someone,
But getting close shouldn’t be hard, it should be fun.

A long, long day at the nostalgia shop
Where 90’s r&b CDs are a dollar a pop
And you can cop
But that sweet, sweet melody won’t make the sadness stop

Some people are better left in the past,
Most of us learn that lesson last
We have to keep on driving backwards until we crash.
But toxicity seeps into everything,
A social media post or a wedding ring,
You’re not going to love every single thing about someone,
But getting close shouldn’t be hard, it should be fun.

The Might’ve Been Inn


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Lifelong lyricist and musician. I am inspired by nature, spirituality, and the beauty that hides in the ugly parts of the world. I feel cozy when a sad song plays, especially if it still has a glimmer of hope. I have a hard time pairing my lyrics with music, so I thought I’d give you lovely people a go at it. I hope you enjoy, and thank you for checking out my writing!

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