This is a very rough demo of a song the new band is working on. This one is called Oh Traveler. Don’t judge harshly, this is a barely mixed rushed first draft. I apologize for the clippingly loud snare drum. Hope you like it! Tomorrow I will post a decidedly less distorted song.
Would I be a good mother? They say that children turn out like their parents, but I don’t care much for becoming my mother. My parents drove me away, I can’t imagine doing that to my child. I have no idea who I’ll become if I have a child. I don’t know what else to do with my life but have a child. I have no goals or dreams, I might as well abuse the fact that I can bare a special person’s children.
I feel so alone. Sometimes I open up to people and I think that maybe this person will understand me. But they never do. They always think the same thing. They’re probably right. Everything is my fault. All my problems are my doing, and I am the reason they won’t go away. I’m fucking pathetic. I wish I could die.
That night, you kept telling me you wanted to be with me. I repeatedly told you “No”. You wouldn’t listen, you asked me why. I said that you don’t know me, you don’t know what kind of person I am. There’s a reason I’m alone, I like it that why, I need to be that way. Responding that you know me, that you’ve come to know me, and you want me. Stop. Stop. Stop. I didn’t want this, I’m an awful person, I want to be by myself, on my own-alone. I don’t want you, I don’t want this. Not that I don’t like you, I’m just not ready for this. Slow down please, I’m not ready for this. Telling me I’m not kissing back, please, I’m not ready for this. I don’t want to be anyone’s anything.
Time to time, I see how long I can hold my breath. How much heat can I take before I burn. Is there still something in me left. Is there anything left to learn. Take a glass, drink until you pass. Take a smoke, indulge until you choke. I look in the mirror, I become pale. Fingers trembling fear, I wish I could tell. Hold me, I’m lonely. Touch me, I’m lonely. Leave me alone, I’m too far gone. Weathering away without words. I’m invisible to the world. I’m so young, yet so numb. I’m unexperienced, yet used up.
Slow down. Pass the cigarette, hold the smoke. Sleep tight. Crying on a pillow when I woke. Let’s talk. Aroma of Coffee. Kissing. After a bottle, two possibly.
I’m not sure where you think we’re going. I have nothing to offer to you. Loving me, doesn’t mean I’m committing. I’m not sure what else to do. Laying in bed, thinking of what you said. Take me to bed, kissing my forehead. I lead you on, I don’t mean a thing. I’m so torn, eyes full of pain. Hold me, I’m lonely. Touch me, I’m lonely. Leave me alone, I’m too far gone.
Slow down. Close to touch, hold the kiss. Sleep tight. These nights I’m going to miss. Let’s talk. But not tonight. Kissing. After everything, this feels right.