CALLUS
im living on borrowed time
its like every morning
its the end of my life
ay yi yi
go ahead and take that knife
lets get it over
you love to stick it in my side
if you think youre in control
then u lost ur own soul
ay yi yi
i live on a line
every minute, its every single night
i live on the line
ur just a sad flower growing alone
no one to love all alone
sad flowering growing alone
no one to love
but your own shadow
build your own shadowsomeone wants your shadow
ABOUT CALLUS:
Like a callus forms on the body; this song is the result of repeated friction and pressure.
I’ve been taught by much better writers than myself, that “at some some point my audience is going to ask me, or more often tell me, why i have chosen to bring such maimed souls alive” (Flannery O’Connor, Mystery and Manners)
And while I'm a rookie to making songs, I’ve written enough now to notice that I don't talk about sunshine and daisies too much.
But i guess at the end of the day, the truth is, it’s a record of what’s going on in my life.
And like all the songs i write, a repository for the things i cant say out loud. Which lately feels like a lotta persistent blows.
But it’s a song for all the things u can’t say out loud. And it’s for anybody who's sick of the pressure to pretend like everything’s fine all the time.
“The truth shall set you free, but it will first piss you off” - Gloria Steinem