i am never going to leave
my bed again,
feels like the walls and
ceiling are my only friends,
there is an ache
in my gut i can't stop.
i'll just watch porn
all day and jack off,
can't relate to people
in any normal way,
we all just drink and
pop pills and smoke pot
i try to write stuff down
to do something with myself,
but my lyrics are so shitty
in ways i just can't help,
i just wanna sit down
and drink and rot.
no one ever really loves,
because no one really knows
every movement small and every
breath you take, so perfectly
insignificant, no matter how
many you make.
This sweet, mournful “loose concept” album from folk artist Ian McCuen tracks a journey across the bleak landscape of American life. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 22, 2022