Your suspicion is old and tired
You haven’t got the evidence
You haven’t got the nerve

All the agency at your command
Is weakened, scattered, out of touch

No reaction is too pure
No illusion is complete
No retraction can be true
No victory’s too sweet

Hands can shake
Friendship or fear
Dreams can wake you
When you’re near

Time infected hope
To revel in the deep
Lost the magic moment
Tangled in this sleep
The vagaries of romance
Make me weep

I’m too tired to be reeling in hope
I’m so wasted on the promise, I can’t cope
I can’t be, I can’t be…yours

I’m too bored with everything that they’ve got to tell me I don’t know
Think they stand on moral high ground
But they’re sinking down inside the quicksand

I can’t beg you now
I can’t hold you somehow

Stop telling me you know what’s good for me
Stop telling me that you’ll look out for me
‘Cause you don’t seem to see
What’s coming up from behind

© 7/7/22 • Music: Brian Bielski-Jarrett Lesko-Jessie Jacobson
Lyrics, Melody: Jessie Jacobson (8/10/17 + 7/7/22)

Studio improvisation July 7, 2022.

Jessie Jacobson: Vocal, Guitar
Jarrett Lesko: Bass
Brian Bielski: Drums