HATE HATE HATE DAY EIGHT... i mean DAY 9. Fuck! Losing sense of time so quickly
Hey, so I’ve been sitting on this stupid song since day 7 i think and although each time i come back to it with improvement, i just need to post this song now, unfinished. My (upcoming) album with Tutlie has a lot of deep-rooted song writing with researched components about the folklore and interpretation of story along with very carefully executed melodies that i probably worked on for months until one in particular felt right. Anyway, that’s what i’d do to this song if i could. but i can’t. so i gotta post it…. almost a full day late and very unrefined and undefined. posting without listening. bleh.
oh yeah and my breathing has failed me today. fuck off weird mid-october.
j
Ghost unlike any haunted
Ghost-ed unlike boned breath
It isn’t a fever you’d beg for
Nor gives you your illness a rest
She shakes her head at my innocence
‘Cause the EKG don’t make them cautious
She sends me back to the cages
Says that I’m half-full of nonsense
For this one time ill talk about me
“Female, medicated, daunted”
Give me your treatment twice now
Beat on my demon three times now
She says, “well at least that your conscious-
Some heads here smoke themselves senseless”
My x-rays, short of a caved rib
Gives medics sending me nauseous
