I used to say jets are cool
I use to look up to the president
Like he must be super smart
I use to be good at Mario kart
I use to have so much more faith
I use to be blind to the ways of the world
I use to not understand why my parents split up
Now I’m in the same spot
Except it’s my heart that split from it’s beat
And my son gets to go through the same thing
I feel like puking every time I press repeat
I don’t believe in the religion called Deceit
I use to have trust
I use to think we walked down the same god damn street
I use to love this place
Stress tattoos my face
Now I’m twenty-six
Going backwards in this “I’m proud to be an American” race
Sick of the heartbreak
Can I just sit down and enjoy a steak
Life is what you make
So short but it's a venomous snake
Miss my mother
One day she just didn't wake
Nothing is ever just a piece of cake
And I don't know how much more of this shit
I can really take
Sitting
Staring
Sweating
Swearing
Can I just stop caring
Can I just focus on what it is I'm wearing
I'd say bring me back to being a kid
But I don't like most of what those times did
My past is stuffed in a box but I can't find the fuckin lid
We are always so close to the edge
Sometimes I can even hear the reaper's bus tires skid
Poet Douglas Kearney and composer/producer/drummer Val Jeanty link up for a a compelling LP that feels like the written word come to life. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2021