Locked in a car at age 3, it was Just me, outside my home. And I didn’t scream or cry or moan, I let go. Instead I fell back into the backseat and kicked my feet, in the air. I hoped my mom would notice that I wasn’t there. And she’d care, and she’d care, and she’d care. And that she could come and save me
From a life all alone, Living in decrepit homes, and feeling needy when I’m stoned, because it took me back to my home, Where I spent the weekend alone, til my parents intervened and took me out to see a movie, we saw one every week, sitting in a booster seat, with my white cherry icee, and it was then I felt love, but I was so dumb, cause I thought movies where love comes from, and now I’m all alone, sipping beer with a remote, as I wish I could save myself like my mom saved me
Locked in a car at age 3, I see me, staring back reflected in the glass and I look so god damn powerless, and I am. And I am stuck there motionless as clouds pass by my face, so I trace my home on the foggy window. A tableau, of all I know, and it is. And it is helping me to hold onto hope, or at least cope, with the thought that I could be forever lost, and maybe my mom just can’t come and save me
Sorry, to my family
cause my parents wanted me to feel loved, so I will keep looking for a way to feel in control, so I can make myself loved, so I can generate love, so I can find myself somewhere in a place where love can be found
But at least now I know that I’m in control of myself
From a life all alone, Living in decrepit homes, and feeling needy when I’m stoned, because it took me back to my home, Where I spent the weekend alone, til my parents intervened and took me out to see a movie, we saw one every week, sitting in a booster seat, with my white cherry icee, and it was then I felt love, but I was so dumb, cause I thought movies where love comes from, and now I’m all alone, sipping beer with a remote, as I wish I could save myself like my mom saved me.
I know I can save myself cause it's my own responsibility, I can’t rely on others, treat my friends like they’re my mother. Being an adult;s about shutting up and fixing yourself
credits
from RED,
released July 3, 2020
Mixed and Mastered by Dean Simpson
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