Boltcutters, sledgehammer or a battering ram
I even tried a few quick turns from a bent up bobby pin
Tell me darling, why don’t you just let me in
Am I banging on the hollow chest of a man made of tin
There’s an emptiness inside you
You don’t even know it’s there
It was left off the blueprints
Like the crawlspace under the stair
Everybody says that you’re just the strong and silent type
No one seems to understand that your pain becomes mine
Red blisters, a few splinters, and a blackened eye
You learned how to bite your lip cause daddy said boys don’t cry
You tightened your grip and calloused up your hands
Hoping once the work was done that he’d call you a man
You’d hang around the shop sometimes at the end of a long day
But he’d just lock away his tools, he never seemed to meet your gaze
The feeling he denied you, you still are pining for
But you don’t seem to understand that his pain became yours
Ooo
Even the tin man was searching for a heart
Whenever people ask you, you’ve always said you’re fine
But you’re the last one to know that you’ve been telling a lie
Cause when you’re tossing in your sleep I hear the loneliness inside
And you don’t seem to understand that your pain becomes mine
Every morning you leave without saying goodbye
Your coffee on the countertop growing cold by my side
Julien Baker is an acquired taste - assuming of course you’ve acquired great taste in singer songwriters… beautiful, devastating, honest, insightful… I’ve not heard a single song of hers that hasn’t left me in absolute awe. crisbroadhurst
Nashville Americana artist Stephen Simmons reaches deep into his own family tree for an album of clear-eyed, open-hearted storytelling. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 28, 2020