Cannot remember if I’ve posted this already, but just found this in my drafts.
I wanna talk to you
who I don’t know now
but I wanna say this out loud
I’m sitting in my dressing gown
clutching whiskey that
I’m throwing down –
blaming it all on this shitty town.
But that’s easy
takes responsibility away from me
and how I feel in every village and
that I’ve ever laid my head in
Where am I heading?
I used to be happy alone but this fear
haunts me in my bed it’s steady
(I ain’t ready for this)
I won’t ever find a home