Lately from DU 2 by Dethrobing Umwelt

I can’t take it any more. You are not around here. And you don’t call. You don’t even come near. I can’t even see to write. The words I speak are unclear. But you should know that I cannot seek to find if you choose to hide out. Turing every bright idea to blind. If you wanted to. I’d be home with you. If you wanted to. I can’t fake it anymore. You will not belong to. My streets of glad. You will not succumb to. I can’t even see to fight. The fists I throw are not near. But you should know that I cannot seek to find if you choose to hide out. Turning every bright idea to blind. Dear, on this page of mine. You may choose to white out. But the ink of my heart never drys. There was a time when I thought I may not win. That’s when I thought of killing him. Killing him. But then again there’s no race at all when you call. There was a time when I thought I may not live. That’s when I thought of suing him. Suing him. But then again there’s no law at all when you call. If I never did arrive at the corner of the bloody Vera Cruz. I’d be happier to sit up on a bee hive than to have you cutting me loose. Than to have you cutting me loose. Have I told you lately that I miss you greatly.

• Acoustic
• Experimental
• Folk
• indie
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• New York