this was originally written while i was playing with a band from which i felt more and more distant. it was originally about that band but grew to be more open and pertain to other things going on in my brain/the world. recorded on the piano in my dad's living room which i dearly miss.
lyrics
so lately i've been thinking but couldn't get to inking
these thoughts that've been running around my brain.
you still wait for something, no words but you keep singing,
assuming your life's gonna change.
i feel like a transient in the town i helped build,
cause there's nothing there to keep me engaged.
when all interest is lost and we seem to only piss you off,
i'd best just stay in my cage.
have a drink, have five more.
this lifestyle's becoming a bore.
all i have left are these songs in my throat,
but even that's becoming a chore.
our joints are growing weary, and we try to keep cheery
but it gets harder to concentrate.
so we avoid confrontation and joke about our expiration,
knowing it'll happen someday.
i'm still young i'm not in any rush, this emptiness is obvious,
but i'm fine with it staying that way.
i won't care about love, the lack thereof,
the presence of anything up above,
cause all i've got left is this shitty day to day.
all good things, they must end.
even the good kings all descend.
if you need it, i've got a hand to lend.
i'm just glad i have at least a couple friends.
there's a feather on your should cause you're another year older,
but it sure as hell don't feel that way.
you should be getting bolder, but everything is colder
as the orange sky's shifting to grey.
mother can you hear me? in this vacuum i am screaming
and no one's there to keep me from floating away.
mother i am floundering, but i swear to you i'm trying.
though it's futile, i've no choice but to remain.