A deliberately loose sort of rock-folk-acoustic-gypsy-latin mashup. Includes a shed-door "bass drum," spiral notebook guiros, and other improvisations.

Bittersweet moment

Oh, it's a bittersweet moment
of things I have to leave behind
My only choice, proceed with caution
When eminence is undefined

Tell me, I don't really care

True it's a bittersweet comment (That it's a better way)
To lead myself and carry on (On an aimless journey)
To take the scissors, squeeze them softly
Cut the umbilical divide

It's fast, it's strange
This black depression, it reigns
Pocked with holes of optimism
Yet satisfied all the same

Oh, it's a bittersweet thought, I
admit that I was often wrong
So odd to overstep my bounds now
To let the awkward feelings go

Tell me, I don't really care

To taste that bittersweet karma (Sickening my soul)
That once I was too blind to feel (As it nailed me up there)
The empathy is not a weakness
It is a strength, something to fear!

Tell me, I don't really care

It's fast, it's strange
This black depression, it reigns
Pocked with holes of optimism
Yet satisfied all the same

It's fast, it's strange
It cannot be contained
Balance faith and understanding
Our side has its way

Bittersweet Moment

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