Hey, look, it's another song about being transgender.

I think a lot of my songs would benefit greatly from me learning to how really sing them before recording. Or from me learning to sing in general. Or play guitar. Alas -- four days for seven songs. I'll take "things that aren't gonna happen" for a hundred, Ken.

#rock #acoustic #guitar #lofi #lotsoftakes #didn'tde-essthevocalsthough #guywithguitar

I've had much of this sitting around since late January, but didn't really have it fitting together, lyrically or musically. I think I'm going to close out FAWM by finishing WIPs instead of starting new songs -- sad, but still a good thing to do, and still a way of bringing new songs into the world, so I suppose I'm okay with it.

I actually forget what this one was inspired by but it was probably: "Well-Dressed", Hop Along "Prior Things", Hop Along

It's been days marked off Do you suppose yourself afraid? Winters can take A piece of you with them when they go away Underground, boxed up in a grave mistake We duck under the cowcatcher

I saw, in the kind of closure That no one ever gets Somewhere, a contractor Painted over the gouges left By your heels before you learned how to step With a softness befitting your stature

[Ch] Iron man, iron man There will be decades more I don't want to hear Just how long you've been running for Iron man, iron man There will be decades more Never be afraid Of sleeping on the bedroom floor

I'm starting to feel Like it's my second day on earth One of these days I'll assemble An undeniable body of work I see the future right And there is no metaphor Everything is gonna fix itself When you nurse me back to health Get it all right, let's show 'em what for

[Ch] x2 Iron man, iron man There will be decades more I don't want to hear Just how long you've been running for Iron man, iron man There will be decades more I don't want to hear a thing About you feeling sure. I don't want to hear it

Somewhere Wooden slats creak in the hallway As I leave our bed For solitude There's only one dead end in a labyrinth Who wouldn't love a tombstone As pretty as you

[Ch 2] Nothing's ever simple There are no simple things Bartender, bartender I think I'm still okay to drink Nothing's ever simple There are no simple things Fortuneteller, fortuneteller Pull your nasty strings

Nothing's ever simple There are no simple things