Inner reflection is a vital aspect of the creation process...
Alien, overbearing boss
Parents or a disc golf shot
None the subject or part of the plot
Instead some inside dialogue that’ll never stop
About making music, not connecting the dots
Between the audience and a guy who’s not
Playing live but he just won’t stop
A need to connect but a need to not
Not part of anything
Studies show humans crave social interaction
Yet always hovering
Wanna touch but don’t want to see
Wanna reach but don’t want to meet
Outside, loitering, no live shows
Or scene, but here’s a fuckin jam, from, my home
