This is the prime of life
Now in the abyss of adulthood
You inspired me to take notice of the overlooked miracles that happen every day
But alone I'm just apathetic
A diamond is just a stone and a dead animal is just dead on the side of the road
I don't care if you can't recognize my integrity
I made the right decisions
And I'm grateful for my misery
You could say I've gotten over things
I fired my therapist
So deeply unsatisfied that I can't even feel the pain of it
Too dark for the Christian girls and too Christian for secular dating
Too fucked up in principle to create healthy emotional connections
Celibate by default
I used to have imaginary girlfriends and celebrity crushes that drove me to self harm
And now it's not much different, maybe just a little more helpless
You really fucked me up
I let it happen
So fucking lonely and I still want everyone to leave me the fuck alone
Your life goes on in my absence and you don't think of me
Just trying to preserve my humanity
You don't have to guilt trip my for being unhappy
Tolerate me, at least
Call me immature
Call me a fucking creep
But this is my voice and I'm not ashamed of these words
Take a sad song and make it miserable because everyone loves a fucking love song
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You can read it in my face I'm so far gone
My mouth is not for kissing it's for shutting up
My face is not for make-up it's already fake enough
My arms are not for holding they're for cutting up
My eyes are not for seeing they reveal my nature
My fingers, they're your fingers we can touch each other
My mind is shutting out those memories
Forgetting things that I don't want to remember
Toronto lo-fi noise rock elite - Wolfcow. Super dancey fancy outfit featuring stylized nonsense lyrics and catchy songwriting. This shit's boopin. Sympathy etc.
This album by Kenyan electronic producer rPH and poet Kins of Spade reflects on the impact of religion in their lives and society. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2023