Cassiopeia from Encounters by Jesse Barki

Cassiopeia, cause of my dysphoria
Like a bad bacteria, result in nausea
I still don't need no one, yeah we'll see what I become
A New Yorker on the run
Gotta make something of myself, gotta be someone

Stranger than the sound of over-stimulation all around
Silence echoes louder in this town
I wonder what metaphor this part of life is now
I fill the empty space asking why and how

Cassiopeia, cause of my dysphoria
Like a bad bacteria, result in nausea
I still don't need no one, yeah we'll see what I become
A New Yorker on the run
Gotta make something of myself, gotta be someone

So long old friend
I've gone off the deep end

• Acoustic
• folk
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• Annville