There was a time when I needed someone.
Those days hit like machine guns.
I'm doing fine, seeing lots of pretty things,
but it still gets lonely sometimes
And I don't care anymore
Paint my nails, put on makeup and a dress:
do you wanna fuck me or stab me to death?
It takes courage to deal with the stares.
Sometimes I just stay in bed
and that's fine
Because I don't care anymore.
Loving me shouldn't be a chore.
Tired of looking in the mirror
Seeing those eyes I hate so dear
looking back, digging in,
crying out for a friend.
I don't hate this town,
I just hate myself.
What's a little self-abuse?
It's just a little self-abuse.
Right now I just hate myself
I'm having trouble trying to love myself.
When your gender doesn't fit on their shelf,
your body feels home like a jail cell.
Under the full moon, sailing over the sea,
I sit and exist. Here I am,
A tornado tormenting my head:
nothing's wrong, nothing's right;
I'm here then I'm dead. I’m here
and I don't care anymore;
my bones will wash up on the shore.
I don't care anymore
Afrofuturist punk from Philly that twists the hardcore sounds of '90s DC and San Diego into a seething mass of wires and roots. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 3, 2019