Sometimes I wish I lived in a box
Away from this world
Away from everything and everyone in it
Away from myself
I often wonder my place
This gift of life
In a world full of disgrace
Every effort that is made
Leaves me with nothing but a bad taste
Always alone..
Even when I'm there I'm not
Talking things out is useless
If I don't write
Then my thoughts begin to rot
I get tired of listening
Don't care much for the pains of this world
Don't care about the news and little efforts of change
You thinks it's fucked up
But my vibe has always been strange
This world will crash and it will burn
Then the truth of everyone will rise
I wish more people didn't like me
Because sometimes, I am the only person that I despise
How can you be so cold
Because that's what my past has foretold
Numb to everything
I can survive anything
After awhile you get use to being broken
That's when you say fuck it and become outspoken
Speaking the truth despite who's there
I'm not the one to tell what you want to hear
I'm the one to tell you those words you fear
Simply put, I just don't fucking care
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