Sometimes I feel doomed or as though I’ve betrayed myself in wanting a career in writing and overall only feeling happy when I can utilize my creativity. And other times I feel as though despite all my yelling that no one listens to me regardless. I get discouraged by my lack of popularity, the lack of ‘likes’ and attention I receive for my music, and it makes me ask myself the question of why I keep going. To be honest, I’m not sure why. But I push myself to keep yelling in hopes that one person like me can hear me and that I inspire them to yell, too.
I wrote this song a little after midnight while I had the house to myself and was free to feel however I wanted as loud as I wanted.
Lyrics:
Drop off the radar and
Become a pusher man
Cause there’s no money in
Selling honesty
I’ll be an astronaut
Or a zookeeper
I figure hey, why not?
The animals are nicer
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
This pen’s the death of me
The fuck is loyalty
This crumpled paper is
My insides
Your crowd is way too loud
My crowd is barely there
I swear I have a crowd
Two or three fans
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Make more noise
(This crumpled paper is my insides)
Georgia St. Jones is a California broke girl using music, art, and literature as a way to be universal and staff contributor for The Strange is Beautiful.
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