Every day I build a shell
People say I wear it well
And as I lay me down to sleep
I pray myself my mind to keep
Toss and turn, give up then
I build my shell all over again
And no one can reach me here
Get too close I’ll disappear
Go away, wish me well
Forget about ever gettin’ through my shell
Go away, wish me well
But no no you’re never gettin’ through my shell
Days are cold and nights are dark
Morning’s hard on a broken heart
Skin so thin that winter wind
Peels me to my bones again
So don’t ask me to go out there
Not unless I got my shell to wear
And no one can hurt me now
Ain’t no way, ain’t no how
So go away, wish me well
Forget about ever gettin’ through my shell
I said go away, wish me well
But no no you’re never gettin’ through my shell
There’s no use in second guessing
Forget the truth and count your blessings
There’s no juice you get from pressing
Sour grapes that don’t make wine
Live as if there’s no tomorrow
Buy your bliss and drown your sorrow
Reminisce on time you borrow,
But leave me to my little peace of mind
My little piece of mind
Go away, go away, go away
Go away, wish me well
Forget about ever gettin’ through my shell
Go away, wish me well
But no no you’re never gettin’ through my shell
Erudite chamber pop that hearkens back to the elegant and experimental production of the 1960s, swinging from melancholia to playfulness. Bandcamp New & Notable May 13, 2016