untitled from UNCANNY by Dusty's My Friend

the lord knows
and by the lord i mean
someone who knows
everything

the lord, they know
i could never stop
writing these things
my tears and feelings
the lord, they know
if i were to stop
the fake smiles
they would pile
and i, no,
don’t know what i believe
but i know what’s true to me

music doesn’t
just make me happy
music keeps me
from getting and sick and dying

so i will take out
my instrument and sing
about the things i
know will be

the trees in the fields are bringing magic
so bring the seeds and plant a tree in your yard
the ones that are wise are wearing jackets
and that part was scary but i know it’s now far

they trees they make cracks in the purple sky
making me wonder what it would be like to fly
would my bones need be hollow
would i have three and a half hearts
could my wings attempt to take me
at the very least twice as far

there’s a boy who likes how i sing
but he has a small heart and other lesser things
like how he won’t take his brain farther
and how he won’t watch how the moon carves her
own constellations watches the earth's rotations
has a map with a destination is trying to save him
she’s trying to save him from his close-minded ways
she’ll grab his attention hopefully someday

there’s a girl who has the prettiest mind
but her heart is sometimes on the shy side
her hands create great things
her brain helps to not hide
and tho she loves someone
it’s not exactly justified
she needs a spotlight
that she’s running away from
so she can shed the light
onto someone she thinks makes her up
she’s got a thousand projects
all up her sleeve yet
she sits back and relaxes
because she thinks she can’t surpass
the competition
she doesn’t know she’s up against
she so oblivious
and falling into oblivion

there’s someone new here
i don’t know their name
well that’s a lie
but i don’t know if that’s how they identify
they’re so beautiful
they make me want to cry
but i know barely anything
except how they make my heart fly
i hope i get the know hem
and have them in my life
because they make my heart beat
in a way i can only feel inside

why do i do this
get attached so quick
then notice flaws of
someone i didn’t dream up
why do i do this
get myself in so thick
crawling through the vines
i don’t want to hide
why do i do this
what do i know
other than that
people like to go

people like to go
yes people like to go
i can’t judge so quick
cause people like to leave
they like to
pull up their sleeves
pack up their bags and
turn around and leave
people like to hit the road
people like to be all alone
well that’s not true
maybe only true for me
but we’ll see
i guess we’ll see

• Folk
• calm
• neurodivergent
• simple
• singer-songwriter
• ukulele
• Texas