i’m welcoming you to the show, where i’ll play for you a little song. it’s about what i will always hate, and always forced to get along. my words, my mind, my soul, my heart, my voice, my hair my eyes.

tell me now will you decide

to listen close or go outside

have a cigarrette or take a piss

or do you not want to miss

watching me stumble over the strings

and sing about

these meaningless things

go then, i don’t mind, you’re not missing much

I just wish i could capture

and hush