Powerlessness from POST- by Jeff Rosenstock

This just dawned on me:
I haven’t spoken to another person in a week.
I’ve been sitting silently,
telling myself I need time to think.
I met you at the coffeeshop,
we marched on the interstate and blocked the cops.
The echoes of the flash grenades
Rang in our ears as we moved along.

I called it “positivity,”
and congratulated myself on a job well done.
But after a couple of days
the fire that I thought would burn it down was gone.
Meet me at the Polish bar
I’ll be the one staring at my phone,
shaking like a nervous kid,
absolutely terrified of being alone.

So where can you go when the troubles inside you
Make your limbs feel like they’re covered in lead?
How can you solve all the problems around you
When you can’t even solve the ones in your head?
I need you right now
I need you right now
Before I feel totally dead.

This just dawned on me:
I haven’t spoken to another person in a month.
Well, small talk, OBVIOUSLY,
but nothing beyond barely catching up.
I have lots of things to say,
but they’re gonna sound dumb dumb dumb.
I have lots of things to say,
but I’m just an idiot.

So where can you go when the troubles inside you
Make your limbs feel like they’re covered in lead?
How can you solve all the problems around you
When you can’t even solve the ones in your head?
I need you right now
I need you right now
Before I feel totally dead.

Shriek into the toxic well
Where everybody’s screaming for themselves
and leaves no space to process feeling lost.
These overwhelming distractions
lead to powerlessness
and I feel to weak to walk it off.

Meet me at the Polish bar,
I’ll be the one staring at my phone,
shaking like a nervous kid,
totally terrified of being alone.

So where can you go when the troubles inside you
Make your limbs feel like they’re covered in lead?
How can you solve all the problems around you
When you can’t even solve the ones in your head?
I need you right now
I need you right now
Before I feel totally dead.
[ghost noises]

• Punk
• New York