It took too long to write this song
I had to wander far from home
I rode way too hard for much too long
and slept out in the cold
I had to find out on my own
what no one else could show me
how the world gets off with being so damn cruel
and why it hurts my pride to be a fool
Heard it from a friend of mine
who heard it on the local vine
that someone stole a certain part of you
and it was someone that you wanted them to...
So I'll go back to my room
and put on my favorite perfume
and sit there feeling mean and smelling pretty
and do my best to step out of the
bull piles up so fast that one needs wings
to rise above and not to stink
and we may all me sinners but we still need saints
and no one's hanging up to take the blame
because the guilty ones are not who wear the shame
Now I've found a place to hide
a shelter from the rising tide
to look back out my eyes and see all I survived
it took too long to write this song
I'm grey and faded to my bones
and I still haven't made it out of my hometown
but I've still known the cold hard ground
and feeling lost with all you've found
and I still don't know why the world can be so cruel
but I guess it's not so bad to be a fool
oh I'm really not so bad
I'm just a fool
The British singer-songwriter vents existential dread through a blend of glimmering indie pop, stomping folk, and smoldering grunge. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 22, 2021