Lauran Hibberd
I Suck At Grieving
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Lauran Hibberd has always given us highly personal lyrics and her between-song chats are always doors-open insights into her real experiences. With ‘I Suck At Grieving’ we fall deep into the most personal depths yet.
The song sounds great, stylistically it’s a great Lauran Hibberd track. It bends to the subject, but it’s got her stamp. It builds in stages, has a great big chorus, and gets really intense in the middle-eight-turned-outro.
Played this live for the first time ever last weekend and it was kinda sick, kinda sad, kinda cathartic… i suck at grieving scares me…
I guess eventually you run out of stuff to laugh about, and have to look life or in this case death straight in the eye. I lost my dad last year, and I changed in an instant but forever. I found everyone’s advice on grief painful and inappropriate, and I couldn’t work out why I couldn’t grieve like the internet told me to.
This track feels like an extension of me, and I know it’s not my usual tricks but it feels more me than anything I’ve ever made before. This is a song for people who don’t want to grieve, for people who don’t know where to start, and for people who don’t know how it ends.”
Lauran Hibberd
Not wanting to add further to the heap of useless internet advice for those grieving, it’s fair to say we all have to find our own way. Every relationship is different. Every life is unique and every death is a new experience. You have to invent a way to process things contextually. But sometimes, listening to songs like this can help you with your own grief.
This is another emotionally punchy song. We’ve had a couple this week and with the rain snaking down the windows it’s been heavy. We’re sending love to you all right now. Click play on this video to join our group catharsis, the lyrics are below.
Watch Lauran Hibberd – ‘I Suck At Grieving’.
I Suck At Grieving Lyrics
There’s no studio flats in the country
There’s no cup holders in the back seat
I’m not flailing my arms ’cause I’m happy
I’m just a waitress serving dead meat on halloweenI’ve been thinking a lot since my father died
He left me some money and it hurt my pride
Cause I don’t know how to spend it right
I can barely read my mindIt’s no surpise, I close my eyes
Crossing the road to get closer to you
Catching a cold was the best I could do
And it’s no secret, you had regrets
Kissing your face on the living room floor
Your heart don’t beat like it did before
I can only see your face when I’m dreaming
I figured it out yes I’ve got greivingI watched The Gilmore Girls for the tenth time
I stop at the episode Richard dies
Cause I don’t know how you could read that script
And not go back for another hitThere’s something I read on the internet
That sad people that re-watch show like this
Do it to avoid the disappointment
Are more likely to feel exploitedIt’s no surpise, I close my eyes
Crossing the road to get closer to you
Catching a cold was the best I could do
And it’s no secret, you had regrets
Kissing your face on the living room floor
Your heart don’t beat like it did before
I can only see your face when I’m dreaming
I figured it out yes I’ve got greivingSick to death of late night reading
Stuck in bed with no good reason
I’m not ill and I’m not bleeding
So why they hell do they call it heeling?If I could hear myself screaming
I’d have something to believe in
I started watching horror movies
But nothing else will ever spook meSay you wouldn’t want me feeling
This upset focus on my breathing
I started playing golf on weekends
But nothing works – I suck at grievingI hit the dirt it’s so deceiving
But nothing works – I suck at grievingI hit the dirt it’s so deceiving
But nothing works – I suck at grieving
I’m in the bed you used to sleep in
God it hurts – I suck at grieving
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