A song a week even if Pete is drooling on himself

This one’s pretty self-explanatory, I have the post-CMJ blues.  For those who don’t know, CMJ is an annual music conference in New York City which for better or worse (usually worse) bands feel compelled to participate in.  Expectations for all are high, but rarely ever are they met.  In actuality, there are only like four bands that anyone wants to see, and ironically these bands already have to be doing quite well relative to their peers to be on that list, which in many ways defeats the purpose of showcasing as a means of getting ahead in any true sense.  We played, what I think was, a great show.  I gave every piece of myself.  I opened up my soul and whole-heartedly believed every emotion I delivered.  Now I’m in my bedroom and those 4 bands continue their North American tours.  I will probably write 5 songs today that no one, but me, will ever hear.  Unless of course you’re reading this, in which case you can hear one now.

Lyrics:

Oh my God
My hope is dead
My heart is breaking
What more can I do?
I don’t believe that anything is true
Oh my God
My hope is dead
My heart is breaking
What more can I do?
I’m stuck down to this bed with super glue

I don’t want to live
But I don’t know how to die
Nothing left to give
I’m just an excuse for a man
You’ll never take me as I am
Nothing left to give
I’m just a recluse of a man
You’ll never take me as I am

Oh my God
My hope is dead
My heart is breaking
What more can I say?
I don’t believe there’ll be a brighter day
I gave my all
And now I sit around for one fucking call
What more can I say?
My eyes are now just skies all full of gray

I can feel the walls closing in