it’s me vs. obscurity,
it’s me feeding me,
and it’s you living silently.
what draws you to me?
sing ourselves into a dream,
adjust our social standing,
and focus on the joy it brings.
what makes you happy?
can you see the shadow cast
by a murky doubtful past?
make use of me and bridge the gap
between that synapse.
maybe all this lack will pay off when I have
something I can appreciate
you said, "it’s been a pleasure working with you,"
but how come I rolled my eyes?
I felt the need to tell you when I stopped doing drugs,
and I felt the need to bury you when I decided to stop obsessing over you,
and now I’m eating peanut butter sandwiches every day,
and you’re still no closer to me.
I lost my train of thought.
I think it may’ve it left without me.
I might freeze.
I swallowed too much peanut butter.
I can’t breathe.
you are not any closer to me,
but you are very sticky.
I writhe in bed and fiddle with dreams.
I straddle so many worlds.
maybe all this lack will pay off when I have
something I can appreciate?
acoustic majesty and heartfelt lyricism from the man of the hour and my dear bosom buddy, Matt May. try it with his other album, Derivatives; they make an excellent pair grown honesty well