Martinis by Joey Briggs

I’m creeping up in age
May have reached a bitter stage
I find comfort in this existential crisis

Why do I exist?
A distempered pacifist
Just because I’d rather not be bothered

The burden of a name
I’ve had some bouts of fame
But I might just die like my father
With my legacy buried with me

I’m numb, I’m numb I can’t feel my face
These martinis got me begging for mercy
I’m numb, I’m numb I can’t feel my face
I don’t mind ‘cause I can’t stand this place

I was dropped in this shithole
And left for dead
Surrounded by wealth and privilege
without one red cent
We can’t control where we were born
We control where we go
So I packed up my misfortunes
And took to the road

I’m numb, I’m numb I can’t feel my face
These martinis got me begging for mercy
I’m numb, I’m numb I can’t feel my face
I don’t mind ‘cause I can’t stand this place

My words fall off the page
They’ve reached their slurring stage
Trying to escape a plethora of crises

I dodged the dark abyss
Wound up like Sisyphus
Endlessly burdened the boulder

I can not explain
The complex weight of shame
Cemented generously on my shoulders
With my consciousness buried at sea

I’m numb, I’m numb I can’t feel my face
These martinis got me begging for mercy
I’m numb, I’m numb I can’t feel my face
I don’t mind ‘cause I can’t stand this place

I can’t stand this place
I can’t stand this place
I can’t stand this place

• Acoustic
• Folk
• Punk
• Singer-songwriter
• Los Angeles