Moses Sumney Stoicism

So, as a mild-mannered child

My mom would drop me off in our family’s second-hand Mitsubishi caravan

And I would glance back, before my descent, to mutter, “I love you”

In turn she’d nod her head and turn to the road ahead and sigh

“… Thank you”

Thank you

Moses Sumney Untitled

Waiting in the car

I shed out tears

Right by on the car

I stay up on weekdays for you

Of course I poise it

Of course I did

Of course I have no voice in it

Of course I did

Too young too dumb to turn me low

These bends have fallen to stay on course

Can I hit your end?

Did I demoralize?

Of course I poise it

Of course I did

Of course I have no voice in it

Of course I have no voice in it

Of course I did

Did

Moses Sumney Title Of This Song

You’ve taken the title of this song

From a life that’s beyond

To something that you could hold on to

But is it wrong to sing along

When all of the words

They just get on your nerves

But the verse is ringing out like a curse

I’m tired of this old refrain

Is the chorus you sang

When you had no one to blame

But yourself for singing it all in vain

You’ve taken the title of this song

From a book that goes on and on

Until you can’t find the ending

Was it a funeral or a wedding?

Or a seance for the bride

Whose affection had died?

Though some say love is suicide

“My heart it don’t make any sense”

Was all that she said

When her love was found dead

The story was all in her head

I’m tired of this old refrain

Is the chorus you sang

When you had no one to blame

But yourself for singing it all in vain

There was nothing but the song we were singing

There was nothing but the song we were singing, oh

Nothing but the song we were singing

There was nothing but the song we were singing

There was nothing but the song we were singing

There was nothing but the song we were singing

And there was nothing but the song we were singing

Moses Sumney Worth It

You give me all of you

I recognize my heart as black and blue

You accept all I do

But I don’t know if that is wise

You offer all of you

I recognize your hand as a budding bruise

You reject solitude

But I don’t know if I am worth it

I don’t know if I am worth it

I don’t know if I am worth it

Worth it

Tepid and taciturn

Isn’t enough to make you learn

You’re not afraid of burns

But I don’t know how to light my fire

I don’t know if I am worth it

I don’t know if I am worth it

I don’t know if I am worth it

I don’t know if I am worth it

Moses Sumney The Cocoon-Eyed Baby

We scrawl

Unwritten law of the land

On scroll that’s rolled up and rolled in

The cocoon-eyed baby’s

Swollen, clenched hand

The baby cries out in protest

A scream raw and grotesque

That soon, he learns to suppress