Things from Prior Art by JESS SAADE

Things
Calling my name
I only hope
That they will stay
Things
Taking up space
I couldn’t cope
To throw them away

Like the spit-soaked broken jagged-edge blue container
Holding my dentist-given broken upper retainer
In the home with white walls stained more gray with the hate of
Memories etched into time yelling echoes in the street
And the car I once was driving and slammed into a tree
And the snow that drowned me climbing all the way up to my knees
And the rusty shovel I can’t touch for fear of disease
On the wall of the apartment we were sharing as three

Things
Calling my name
I only hope
That they will stay
Things
Taking up space
I couldn’t cope
To throw them away

As I moved, I stuffed a suitcase full with bits of nostalgia
From my life I left behind to get the hell out of Boston
In pursuit of education that only made me duller
Than the pain of looking back on all those photos I’d harbored
On a canvas is a black blue red pink art piece that’s painted
By my friend he's not an artist but his name I won't lay out
In a song I’m singing openly to a bunch of strangers
From a stage I stumbled on in the middle of Copenhagen
And I swear
I was ready to welcome all of these things
Until they rose with their agenda climbing up against me
Good intentions have no use where the future won't see
I am on my way picking up new things

Things
Calling my name
I only hope
That they will stay
Things
Taking up space
I couldn’t cope
To throw them away

All sentimental things
On their paths they’re taken
As I’m taken away

• Alternative
• acoustic
• alt pop
• alternative folk
• alternative pop
• art pop
• Birmingham