I’m not watching anyone I’m, just sad, I’m just sitting in the doorway, just sad, but why the neighbors see me that way, just sad, what they even think this world is, just sad, and I’m the first to admit howe’er it got this way, that’s bad, and when I remember that I’m living, I’m glad, but in times of sopping mental weakness, that beget these all-encompassing bouts of loneliness I’m, just sad…
I’m not changing anyone I’m, just sad, I see their face they’re just not cubist, like that, I’m afraid my love will fester, go bad, chronic pain becomes my instinct, so sad, doctors give advice and it goes, right through, but half the time they just don’t listen, to you, so if the impression of pain it is still pain, and I’m several cycles in too far to differentiate, I’m left, just sad…
Experimental pop artist and WFMU radio personality Abbie from Mars re-introduces herself on this playful, idiosyncratic album. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 14, 2022