written april 2018. frustration directed at the self. inspired by Fresh and Jeff Rosenstock.
lyrics
Oh I may never come to peace with my self-destructive tendencies
Caught between a binary of chaos and control
One-sided battles every night, I wish for death or cleansing light
Redeeming features out of sight, own goal after own goal
And my head is pounding
I'm lost in a game
I got stuck on and traded in
I shouldn't complain
But where will I go?
What should I do?
I'm flotsam that's drifting away from you
Got lost in Picaresque and Clarity, still hoping to be majesty
Hung up on all I could achieve if I'd just get out of bed
But after years of hate, decades of doubt, and lifetimes as a layabout
You hate the body in which you've been found, at war with your own head
And this world's collapsing
The pixels decay
This life is a battlefield
I shouldn't complain
But where will I go?
What should I do?
I'm flotsam that's drifting away from you
And what do I want?
Who can I be?
I'm a target, obliterate me
With this, Jeff has added his own blend of ingredients to the musical gumbo that he helps cook up and serve to the masses... and it tastes good. 😎🤘 Manhatten (Fan)