Backseat from Pseudocide by John Parker, Jr.

You can’t hold a conversation. Say you never leave the house. Unless you’re full of medication. And even then you don’t go out. Well I don’t think that you could be as lonely as you say you are. Cause baby you’re too beautiful. You make me nervous.

So I’ll be the ghost in the back of your car. Staring through your rear view mirror. Over your shoulder wherever you are. Always close and ever nearer.

Morning puts you in a panic. You take a pill to take the train. Kill the demons in the attic. Get to work and home again. I’ve never heard you play piano. Maybe it’s not in your heart. But baby won’t you let me love you? You make me nervous.

So I’ll be the ghost in the back of your car. Staring through your rear view mirror. Over your shoulder wherever you are. Always close and ever nearer.

And on the coldest winter days the north shore surely has in store, I’ll be up early at your house, and I will shovel you out. And I won’t leave a note to tell you how I’ve been to close. I just don’t want you freezing in the cold.

• Alternative
• Lo-fi
• acoustic
• folk punk
• indie
• punk
• New Bern