oh love, where have i gone? what am i running from? i thought i knew who i was. i guess i must have gotten lost. we flew from phoenix to cheyenne in time for a st. patrick's day snow. you got drunk and i got tired. it seems we're already getting old. and though i can see that we are made of the same things, i still scold the dark in you to elude the dark in me. now my misery has made a mess on my sleeves. and i'm still waiting on someone to make me clean. but i haven't listened to a word that anyone's said for three years. it keeps the heart separate and safe. and the past from appearing too clear. so i light my sixteenth cigarette. and do my best not to reflect on how i refuse to see or hear something worth loving until it disappears. but now i'm dragging me down the lengths of my history. its scenes of muted features flirt with my desperate memory. trying not to believe that there's a dark inside of me. i'll say this misery deserves at least another couple drinks. why do i love to mourn the time that i allowed to slip away? i could be present here today. but i'll go inside and sleep the sun away. it's a long life anyway.
Introspective pop songs with transcendent melodies offer a joyful meditation on staying present in a world that often moves too fast. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 16, 2023