Head from Head by Jacob Hutto

Transparency,
Mess with my clarity.

I wanna get out of my head.

Apogee,
Mess with my sensitivities,
Just give me more misery.

I wanna get out of my head.

Traffic cones,
Switching lanes to not feel alone.
Birthed, we are all criminals.
I miss you.

I wanna get out of my head.

So sing your dirge.
Spiritual urges,
They merge.

People these day getting worse,
But I miss you.

I wanna get out of my head.

So sing me loud,
Spiritual edge is now.
Give me myself, and doubt.

I miss you.
I wanna get out of my head.

So sing me loud,
Spiritual prowess now.
Give me myself, and doubt.

I miss you.

I wanna get out of my head.

• Experimental
• folk
• lo-fi
• post-folk
• singer-songwriter
• Spring