they put you in your place
and pack up all you've known.
seal your paintings in a crate.
into the Thames they go,
and float downstream, silently.
the money you owe will swallow you whole, spit your eyes out.
you claw at the walls of this life.
your world's become so small; I am not here at all.
your world's become so small.
cascading ceiling comes,
bring floorboards from upstairs.
the dust it packs your lungs, splinters coat your hair.
you're terrified of everybody your age.
the plans that you shelve, turning in on yourself in pointless anger.
you wait to begin but when the bell rings you won't hear it.
your world's become so small; I am not here at all.
your world's become so small.
glass and chrome excuses.
you're still you, just glazed and hollowed out.
glass and chrome excuses.
when we first met
i swear you would have torched London for the truth.
but now you say "It's just a point of view".
you'd have razed London for the truth.
but you now you say you don't have it in you
William Ryan Fritch's enthralling, doomy new CD comes housed in a gorgeous, panoramic gatefold sleeve with bewitching original artwork. Bandcamp New & Notable May 16, 2016