lyrics
Sometimes I feel forgotten,
like no one cares at all.
So many points of contact,
but I have no one to call.
The answers in my pocket,
and I haven’t tried at all.
I’ve been sitting in my bedroom
With my guitar searching for my soul.
I couldn’t have gone far, this winter’s been so cold.
I’ve looked in the yard, but it’s overgrown,
and old,
that’s my face though.
There it is,
a mouse in a hole.
This place I don’t know.
Today I’ll make the call.
Because I do care,
but if they don’t answer at all,
will I be spared?
Or will I feel forgotten,
like no one cares at all?
So many points of contact,
but I have no one to call.
The answer’s in my pocket,
and I haven’t tried at all.
I’ve been sitting in my bedroom
with a lit joint,
staring at the wall.
I think I’ve reached the point,
the tension in my jaw,
clenched so tight,
a dog with a ball,
silencing my voice
once and for all.
Today I’ll make the call.
Because I do care.
But if they don’t answer at all
will I be spared?
Or will I be forgotten,
like no one cares at all?
So many points of contact,
but I have no one to call.
The answer’s in my pocket,
and I haven’t tried at all.
I’ve been sitting in my bedroom
all by myself waiting by the phone,
as if I couldn’t find the words on my own.
Gotta conquer this fear, that much I know,
unless I want to spend my life all alone.
credits
from
Cataclysm Risqué,
released June 3, 2022
music and lyrics by Josh Stanley
bass guitar - Jeffery Smith
drums, guitar, synthesizers, voice - Josh Stanley
mixed by Josh Stanley
mastered by Seth Engel
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