why has all my conviction left me when i need it most
i blame the high school poetry that haunts me like a ghost
standing on thin air
can't look down or it'll go
racing toward a stairway to something
fled from the bay
down to LA
tryna be a star
what a cliche
gotta let it go
needa set a goal
following a hunch
circling a hole
worshipping a version of me
that i'm not even sure is real
praying to my old memories
the only scripture i can feel
running for the first time
to burst rhymes to the sun in an accursed time
fall back
on visions of you chopping up mint in a ballcap
not to pigeonhole but baby i think that you're all that
sorta like
kenan and kel, and amanda bynes
you got me sleeping in hell, dreaming of dandelions
you got me hooked on what i can't define
front row seats to life's pantomime, uh
you asked me why i'm here
i just wanted to be someone who makes it
i just wanted to be someone who makes it
i don't wanna sacrifice love for payment
but i don't know what i'm doing or if what i'm pursuing's
just a delusion, an ego-fueled fusion of vanity with amusement
hush hush
just trust
it's not what you do
it's what you won't do
that makes me want you
can't you see
i'm not a subject
i'll be your adjective
you say you want it all from me
and sometimes i want the same thing
you paint a narrow hall for me
and invite me to the bedroom
i'm holding on to something
that i don't know is true
but it's the only something
that keeps me close to you
let me be your slave
we can tend our little garden
right beside our graves,
my darling
i don't know
if you can be
the one for me
but that's always a question
question
a question
question
I hold you
close to my chest
and ask you if
you can give me
the answer
answer
the answer
answer
Noisy, unsettling experimental pop in turns touching and political. From now until 3/5, 50% of proceeds go to Planned Parenthood/ACLU. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 8, 2017