Who Needs Headphones

Once my friend Jacob he said to me: “Who needs headphones? I’ve always got music in my head,” and he went and danced away from the bed. I thought: “shit, I can’t relate to my friend” (I like hearing all the parts in my ears instead). I said: “do you ever feel like you’re baseless?” And he kissed me on my face — it was so tasteless and red — and I forged ahead and haven’t replayed it yet till now

Sweet Jen I hate to see you sad
I know it’s been bad before
Just something seems more out of whack these days
I’ve been far away for a while and I know it
I love you I know I don’t show it
As much as I could or should or would if I wasn’t
So caught up in all my own shit

Once I — or a guy I know, I’m too shy to show that I’d like him to know that I like — took me midday to see a show about life. We walked through the snow and as we got there he broke into a skip then a jog and I thought about how it was playful and odd and I’d never get caught doing that

Sweet Jen I hate to see you sad
I know it’s been bad before
Just something seems more out of whack these days
I’ve been far away for a while and I know it
I love you I know I don’t show it
As much as I could or should or would if I wasn’t
So caught up in all my own shit

Once I was lit, I can remember it
How I felt intimate with my family and death
And I couldn’t hide behind my instrument
Or a guy or my wit, so I gave into it
And I finally felt close to all of my friends
And I wanted to tell them I loved them, and then

I dug up the day and the finite with it
And the night I was lit just existed to me