I have been misled, this pain inside my head,
Doesn't go away with alcohol consumption or a bad case of stay-in-beds,
We have been worn out, taken with the wind,
Social aspirations out of reach but we're still alive and in one piece,
But sometimes the world is warm and my skin doesn't shy from attention,
Terrified of saying my goodbyes, formally acquainted, surrounded my strangers,
And I'm just killing time,
Keep up my appearance, social suicide,
Stumbling over chords I never learned to play in public,
Petrified of contact, terrified of speech,
I'll meet you at the back wall where these lights won't reach,
I can see it in their smiles, you can read it in their eyes,
My own conversations, everyone can hear,
They've been reading my body language,
Sorry I can't talk right now, my minds been in the woods,
Following these shadows down paths I never thought I could,
But sometimes the world is warm and my skin doesn't shy from attention,
Terrified of saying my goodbyes, formally acquainted, surrounded my strangers,
And I'm just killing time,
Keep up my appearance, social suicide,
Stumbling over chords I never learned to play in public,
Petrified of contact, terrified of speech,
I'll meet you at the back wall where these lights won't reach
A fellow Isle of Wight gravel-voiced heavy drinker currently situated in Southampton. You should check him out cause his records far more punk rock than mine. Max William
Self-described "power goth" band from Colorado goes maximalist with a strident album inspired by ’90s pop punk, emo, and alternative. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 30, 2023