when i paint my toes with pretty colors
who exactly am i tryin' to be
when i say that i'm fine even though i suffer
who gets hurt by the words that i speak
when i use up all my savings
'cause every day's a celebration
even though my heart is aching
i'll knock one back
and i'll fire one up
when my job tells me that i'm doing fine
success is the furthest thing from my mind
a toothless mouth like a watermelon rind
now i'm torchin' the sunday funnies just to pass the time
when i'm out livin' on the street
raising strays on organ meat
maybe it's the stench coming from my feet
that makes me knock one back and fire one up
i wanna understand what's happening outside these walls
i wanna learn the secret to getting out of my own head
and could it be that i simply missed the forest for the trees
or when i was blacked-out, passed-out, did i clear cut the whole damn thing
it's the trade-off of this vice
i'm half as good but i'm twice as nice
still couldn't quell my apetite so I will
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