24 hours and I still don’t care, I’m glad that you’re away from here
I’m disconnected from the world, I know, I know, oh no
I can see the shadows on the wall, I can hear the voices call
The telepath is telling me, don’t jump, don’t jump, just fall
And I’m so sick of her, she’s terrified of everyone
She’s not like any other girl, she’s worse, she’s worse, she’s worse
And I’m so through with her, don’t want to see her anymore. Or really any other girl, she’s worse, she’s worse, she’s worse
I don’t even know if I’ve convinced myself, that I’ll believe in someone else
I’m nicely isolated and I like it fine, alright, alright, alright
And I don’t think she’ll ever really understand, that I don’t need a helping hand
I can scatter my own seed alone, alone, alone
And I’m so sick of her, she’s terrified of everyone
She’s not like any other girl, she’s worse, she’s worse, she’s worse
And I’m so through with her, don’t want to see her anymore. Or really any other girl, no more, no more, no more
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth