Lead from Psychic Knots by Britt A.M.

I am waiting for a day when the pain will leave me.
Just up and leave me.
Sick of being shitty.
My inner voice is pretty rough.

Shadowed mornings full of doubt,
Wondering how I'll clamour out
From underneath this blanket.
This blanket made of lead.

When we met I was fourteen,
He was five years older.
He was graduating.
He was meaner than he seemed. He was so mean.

Had a few friends when we met, by the time he left I had none.
But that was six years later. So much damage had been done.

Now approaching middle age, I feel uneasy.
When people say nice things to me.

Since those days I've fallen down.
Gotten used to kissing ground.
And now my blanket's heavy.
My blanket made of lead.

• Alternative
• Prince George BC
• indie
• post-punk
• rock
• woman
• Canada