lyrics
I don't know where I am. Don’t say, “that’s not diplomatic.” Watch yourself, and make sure that you’re never too real, and don’t be too specific. Pacific? I hate this place for taking what I had. So what I never used it?
Now, I’m starting over with my countless microscopic problems: insignificant; considerable—I’ll never find out. And why couldn’t you just tell me? Because I can take it. Now it’s broken, and I’m falling, but you won’t help me up.
But, I’m okay.
I wish we’d never come to the Colonies. Now, we’re stuck. It’s honestly too much geography for me. And why couldn’t we just let them be? “Here, take a hospital,” but God forbid your children want to come back: no, stay where you’re born, unless you’re wealthy, then you go where you please. Pillage, rape, and steal in a system that no one can escape.
But, I’m okay.
I’m not an academic. I wish I’d done it. It’s too late, too long to start it: mathematic; cinematic—whatever it takes to not end up and be alone. It’s not automatic. I feel like no one showed us a thing, so tell me how to get it.
I’m okay. I’ll stay.
Don’t make me talk—know how I feel. See through this shield. Make me feel healed.
credits
from
The Year You'll Never Get Back,
track released February 19, 2021
Joseph Hitchcock: vocals, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, synth
Christopher Daddio: bass
Tony Sales: drums
Written by Joseph Hitchcock.
Produced by Christopher Daddio.
Recorded by Christopher Daddio at Donut Time Audio in Oakland, CA.
Mixed by Kristofer Harris at Squarehead Studio in Kent, England. Mastered by John Davis at Metropolis Mastering in London, England.
Cover by plugturtle.
Published by Sophrosyne Sounds.
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