Written over several days worth of yard work, a couple of nighttime scribbles, and three afternoons helping direct parking—singing into an empty parking lot.
This first draft recording was made with just me and the guitar in the dining room, direct into a stereo mic on the evening of June 19, 2023.
Can’t Ignore
I’m not gonna lay down and die
I’ve tried to buy my way out
of the heartache and doubts
It ain’t happening
I’m not gonna crawl in a hole
Smoke my way through
every memory of you
It ain’t happening
I don’t have much hope
but i got me this seed and it’s starting to grow
I don’t have much faith
but I’m pressing on toward
what I can’t ignore—help me
I’m not gonna keep it inside
Pretend I agree
or like through my teeth
It ain’t happening
I’m not gonna call it all off
drown in my regrets
you’re gonna see my strength yet—help me
Cause I don’t have much hope
but i got me this seed and it’s starting to grow
I don’t have much faith
but I’m pressing on toward
what I missed before—help me
I’m pressing on toward
what I can’t ignore
Help me