The music on this on felt like it came together pretty smoothly without much resistance into something I liked. The words did to I guess, I came up with them mostly while driving up to Portland. I felt like I was abandoning people I had already abandoned. To go somewhere where no one gave a shit about me anyway I also let bleed in some shoutouts to my social anxiety, my shitty singing and my desire to be able to communicate more successfully. I guess the last item ties back into the leaving part, Sorry for not keeping up. It's me, not you. here are the lyrics
I left my home where no one said my name
To where no one, no one knew my name
I see it as darkness, but it's what I wanted
I want to tell you everything
I think i finally, cut off that angry child
And now he's gone, I want to write clearly
I want to be a poet, I want to sing sweetly
Oh nevermind my voice annoys me
Can we burn the past
In effigy to all that's bad
Those little pains that seem to last
Consequence we already had.
Can we Forget the rest
It’s made out of bone and ash
The whole thing came flooding back
In a rush of blood, oh enough of that
Can I write to you in secret spots
A private place we can talk
away from the crowds inside me
so eager to tear me apart, leave me bloody
I want to make you see me, i want you to know me
I feel so inconsequential, oh
I want to be seen, i want to be heard
Nevermind i want to disappear
Can we burn the past
In effigy to all that's bad
Those little pains that seem to last
Consequence we already had.
Can we Forget the rest
It’s made out of bone and ash
The whole thing came flooding back
In Blood and shit enough of that
