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Lyrics: 
Two weeks without talk
Felt close to the end like Montauk 
Said I’d drive over the guard rail for you 
Crash my car into the ocean
After a fit and an anger explosion
Said I wouldn’t come up for air 
Told you that I didn’t care 
No, that’s not true 
Just wanted you closer 
Still looking in the rearview
So sorry that I scared you 
You know I get real twisted in the head sometimes it’s true 
Wondering how I’d get on without you 
All I see is black and dark blue 
Baby girl always came to the rescue
Crying on the floor in the bathroom
Said you can’t play this anymore
Go and fight your own war 
So I sink deep, wrestling in my sleep 
My talk is cheap
You better go on without me 

I’ll light the candle 
I’ll be up when you call me back 
Too much to handle 
But don’t say you don’t want me back girl
Baby, I’m sinking, got me wishing, wishful thinking 
Oh no, baby I’m sinking, wishful think - don’t say you don’t want me back 

You said the time and place was just wrong 
You got withdrawn, I need to get strong 
I better watch my words, no bridges burned 
I’ll spend some time on my insides 
Figuring out why I said I’d die without you, ain’t good without you
Look, I’m fine 
I apologize
I know it don’t make it right but - 
I apologize 

I’ll light the candle 
I’ll be up when you call me back 
Too much to handle 
But don’t say you don’t want me back girl
Baby, I’m sinking, got me wishing, wishful thinking 
Oh no, baby I’m sinking, wishful think - don’t say you don’t want me back

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I wrote this one in third person because it wasn’t *me* talking it was the anger I’d kept locked behind my ribs for years. The version of me that shows up when the softer one’s been pushed too far. She doesn’t cry or explain; she observes. Cold. Precise. Tired of being dismissed.

Writing it that way gave me space to bleed without reopening the wound. It let my protective self speak the truth that the gentler me couldn’t say out loud. Every line is a boundary drawn in ash. Every word, a reminder that silence doesn’t equal forgiveness.

“Not a Man” isn’t revenge it’s release.
It’s me naming what broke me,
then stepping back to watch the fire burn clean.


Not A Man

Talk about it. Make people uncomfortable because it's fucking uncomfortable.

f o u r

ID Me

Written & Performed by Andrew Muccitelli
Written and Performed by Andrew Muccitelli
Originally Recorded by Ben Babylon and Alex Andrews
Live session mixed by Jack Severino
Mastered by Johnny May

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In his debut LP with Kill Rock Stars, Greetings from Echo Park, Ryan Cassata (he/him) constructs a raw collection of folk punk, blues, and pop-punk songs that soundtrack stories of anxiety, escapism, illness, and transphobia. The album comes out June 6th.

contact: mgmt@ryancassata.com

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