When I was a little fat kid I got lost in the frame
Of staring at thin happy kids and wanting to be the same
So I ran to get tougher and deal with my anger
And I wrapped myself in books because I thought I’d get smarter
When I was a little fat kid I got lost in the frame
Of staring in the mirror and wishing for a different name
And flexing muscles that weren’t there and lamenting losing hair
And hoping someday things would get better if I had a little fame
But now I can’t stop dreaming of wearing a dress
And having smooth hairless skin and shaved thin legs
And my thin body comfortably fits in a petite sweater
Every day I convince myself that if I was a girl I’d feel better
Well I still feel depressed and I still feel depressed
No matter how much I get on stage to confess
That when I was little fat kid I got lost in the frame
Now the frame is smaller but I still feel the same
Now I’m sick
Get sick and get used to living outside
Well I still feel depressed and I still feel depressed
Everyone’s eyes need to be wide open.
Full body awareness. Full recognition of surroundings.
Mind connected to the soul connected to the feet and feet connected to the floor.
Palms tingling. Pupils dilating. Adrenaline rising.
Everyone’s eyes are wide open:
I’m she and you’re he and they’re they and they’re they and I can be whatever I need to be and you can be whatever you need to be
Now I’m sick
Get sick and get used to living outside
Max Goldstein makes "acoustic" music that is a unique mix of guitar, experimental electronics, and percussion. Make indie rock weird again. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 25, 2021