I’m bitter as I’m brittle
A rose that’s cracked and dry
I’m reeling in my feelings
I’m trying not to cry

As if teardrops would absolve me in the blinking of an eye
As though their tracks might wash away the wrinkles of this lie

I’m standing on the shore
Wavering like mad
I can’t say any more
I think that I’ve been had
I hope you don’t agree and welcome me inside
But all that I can see is something you won’t hide

I’d ask you for a drink but my voice has gone all dumb
I steady myself on the couch
My fingers have gone numb
The room is closing in
My nerves tight as a drum

I’m not the one you wanted
But please don’t mind the makeup
Because I can’t make up my mind
And I’m hoping that I wake up

I seem to have mislaid the notion of just what this is
I think that I’ve been made
To mind my own business

The furrows in my face
A funnel for the tears
That flow into the deep depressions
And wash across the years

I’d rather be short-sighted
Then blind-sided by a future that isn’t built to last
And looks too much like my past

It’s sneaking up behind me
Stalks me night and day
Knows just where to find me
Inside my DNA

I’m standing on the shore
Wavering like mad

© Music: Jarrett Lesko-Jessie Jacobson-Brian Bielski (7/7/22)
Lyrics, Melody: Jessie Jacobson (9/12/09 + 3/10/16 + 4/11/16 + 8/4/22)

Studio improvisation July 7, 2022.

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