a short trip; a long ride
what's this supposed to be
a loose grip on a tangent
to reality
i made it; i found it
where i want to be
i can't stay and i won't go
ambiguity
i can one day hope to take care of myself
so won't you please tell me that you will take care of yourself
we sat there
picking away at the skin of our teeth
we blew it; now we chew with bloody stumps
and i couldn't wake up from such a dream
my body wouldn't let me leave my bed
i laid there and thought
"what kind of cruel joke is this"
and I fell back asleep
i knew i'd get a late start, a reprimand for showing up so tardy all the time
The Ohio songwriter navigates gender, queerness, class, and privilege through a powerful mix of country rock, folk ballads, and bluegrass. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 14, 2021