Talking from Pseudocide by John Parker, Jr.

And in the morning, my head’s in the basement. I’m thinking about all the lives I’m not living. I go to work on the train west to Greenwich. I know it could be worse but I can’t stand it. I get into a place where nothing feels okay. And I don’t make it better with all the time that I waste. And I don’t take care of myself, and you don’t let me forget it. You say I’m getting much too thin, and I keep withering.

But don’t stop talking to me, I need you close. When I hear your voice, I feel like somebody. When I can’t get to you, I need you the most, I do. Need you the most, I do.

And in the evening, I’m slowly fading. I’m thinking about all of the time I’ve been wasting. You’re doing the same. You’re drinking on the train. You tell me something funny, make it all feel okay. And I wonder when I get home, when I’m laying in bed. When you finally get to sleep, well, are you dreaming of Connecticut? Cause I wanna feel your heartbeat. Said I wanna hold your hand. Cause everybody cares but no one understands.

Don’t stop talking to me, I need you close. When I hear your voice, I feel like somebody. When I can’t get to you, I need you the most, I do. Need you the most, I do.

Need you the most, I do. Need you the most, I do. Need you the most, I do.

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