I cannot rid myself of my paranoia or anxiety
Instead I'll cherish them and let them guide me to a last defeat
I'm ashamed of all the flaws that are self-made
I'm ashamed of all the people I may not have saved
Happiness and comfort are separate and very fickle things
Feeling one and feeling both are counteractive to my poetry
I'm ashamed of the person that I am
I'm ashamed of all the friends that I will no longer have
So you can take a ride on a train and head out to the coast
I will stay here with a book and keep all of your things very close
My name never leaves your lips but deep down I know you can feel me
If it comes to lack of skin and lack of shelter I hope you can feel me
Counting down the days inside my calendar until I won't return
Treating all the people that I know I'll miss with nothing but scorn
I'm ashamed of all the thoughts still killing me
I'm ashamed of all the thoughts not telling me
That this isn't a way to an end, it's only a way to delay your heartbreak
But I'll soar into the stars and find a second route onto the highway
I'm ashamed of all the choices that I've made
I'm ashamed of all the loved ones that ran away
So you can take a ride on a train and head out to the coast
I will stay here with the tools to keep you out my heart and out to roast
My name will never leave your lips or anyone's when I am gone for good
If it comes to lack of skin and lack of shelter you know I wish I could
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I can't even hang out with anyone I call a friend
I don't even know who I am anymore and yet again
I will try to fix a problem with no solution there to prove
Space shit is fucking cool but I wanna come home soon...
Jack Goldstein's deeply personal exploration of love and grief is expressed here through a blend of emo and hyperpop. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 12, 2022