I caught my friends smoking in the back room.
I left without speaking.
Told a girl about a band,
she said she’d give it a listen.
There’s a line to the bathroom.
The light is out, so leave it open.
No one is gonna come in if you’re in there trying to get distracted.
Your intelligence is relevant
only if it is relevant to you.
Your objectiveness is so affected.
It is just another tool you use.
When I exit I stumble.
No one noticed the space that opened.
When it’s time to call a cab at 4 a.m.
then I am already sleeping.
There’s a man on the corner.
No one knows who he was, or what he was after.
In line at the bodega I wonder if I am skirting disaster.
Your intelligence is relevant
only if it is relevant to you.
Your objectiveness is so affected.
It is just another tool you use.
I never thought that I’d be caught
inside this constant cycle of abuse.
This album fucks as hard as dripping and magic but imo feels the most personal and emotional release of the three. It’s weird and frantic but hits
this really interesting balance.
jude