A battered hand that hurts when it rains
Pictures on the wall reminders of irrelevant days
A nothing job that barely pays
The need to improve in countless ways
And it was all a sham
Nothing left to do
I’ve figured it out
And I know it’s true
What I had going for me was you
A dependence on drugs that nags every day
A terrible headache that won’t go away
A cadre of friends that don’t know me in any way
The castle I built was made out of clay
My tears on the table
A little pools on the wood
My thoughts are like knives
That just keep drawing blood
Bright and skipping songs that foreground the sound of the banjo and fingerstyle guitar in music that feels timeless. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 5, 2020