it's 11:11
a punk rock song for the spiritual and desperate
I wrote these song lyrics, but the melody is up to you, so please, sing it in your head or out loud, however you deem fit. Send me your rendition if you’re feeling inspired.
It’s eleven, eleven,
Is it a sign from heaven?
Or do I check the clock too much?
Constantly doing something,
And yet, it feels like nothing.
My dreams feel so far out of touch.
Hey, what’s that psychic’s number?
I found her page on Tumblr.
Ten bucks, she’ll tell me why I’m here.
If I just had directions,
Made some tarot selections,
Would ‘normal’ still be my worst fear?
It’s my Saturn return.
My circle’s been shut down.
I’m out of sage to burn,
And now, my mood ring’s brown.
There’s an eclipse tonight.
I lost my vision board.
My crystals need moonlight.
Can you still hear me, Lord?
More questions than answers,
But it’s more fun that way.
Spiritual or desperate?
Who am I to say?
My romantic notions,
Blind my reality.
I have all that matters:
Love, friends, and family.
I have all that matters.
It’s right in front of me.
Mercury’s in retrograde.
My horoscope needs first aid.
Great, Co-Star says, I’m out of luck.
Can spells and divination,
Help me find my vocation?
One with a wage that doesn’t suck.
Eve ate that forbidden fruit,
Maybe that’s the rotten root.
Always wanting what’s out of reach.
Here’s my birthday and my name.
Now, tell me, when will I get fame?
I’ll practice everything you preach.
It’s my Saturn return.
My circle’s been shut down.
I’m out of sage to burn,
And now, my mood ring’s brown.
There’s an eclipse tonight.
I lost my vision board.
My crystals need moonlight.
Can you still hear me, Lord?
More questions than answers,
But it’s more fun that way.
Spiritual or desperate?
Who am I to say?
My romantic notions,
Blind my reality.
I have all that matters:
Love, friends, and family.
I have all that matters.
It’s right in front of me.
I have all that matters,
All the answers I need.



Beautiful lyrics! What if the grass is actually greener where we are? :) What if we are searching for something that was in us the whole time? ❤️ What if we don’t need answers? What if there aren’t any? There are a million different correct answers to the same question, maybe.