I wanted to write something “pretty” on the guitar and soon realised i couldn’t really sing and play pretty. This is just a demo anyway!
Lyrics are about being 18 and bisexual and in a backwater shitty town and moving down south to a better life. Which is what I did. I’m 31 now.
Gotta work on that finger style and maybe neaten up the lyrics.
Got a job at a petrol station to try and pass the time
Until I’m a country singer making heartache rhyme
Gonna pull my heart out and drag it across the page
Anything to help me fly before the nest becomes a cage
J has trouble at home his mother drinks and all the rest
And I’m undiagnosed but one day they’ll say I’m depressed
And I think about the boys in ways that fill me up with fear
If there’s a place for what I am I won’t find it here
Gonna buy a ticket man, and head down to the coast
Rent a place with what I have with the ones I love the most
Gonna start a fire in the hearts of everyone I meet
Smell the ash in the morning as I sweep it into the street
The job centres are hell even for a man who tries
Hurt you neck when you’re staring up at a man half your size
He’ll never know why you pull songs from your despair
Or maybe he really does but he simply doesn’t care