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Heartsick

by Poor Me

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about

I never quite arrived at a clear message when writing Heartsick. The result came after countless revisions, and often felt there were conflicting themes being corralled into the span of a few minutes. I was in a different writing mood every time I revisited the song, and the process culminated in a patchwork of phrasings with inconsistent tone for my protagonist. I ended up putting the song down for more than a year.

But there is something to be said about revisiting things way down the road that is refreshingly unfamiliar. Reading through the lyric sheet with new perspective, the conflict was more attractive. Angry, compassionate, and full of optimism, she also edged toward giving up. I immediately knew the song was about forgiveness.

Forgiveness probably isn’t something most come to overnight. It often isn’t even fully realized when we are ready to make amends with those in our lives who have wronged us. It takes time because different feelings are valid simultaneously, and even with apologies made and accepted, we may not have arrived at whatever cure we were seeking. At some point, though, we have to put things in the past.

lyrics

And it feels as though it’s natural – as the wasp sucks at honey found abroad.
Coping is incision – that stinging in the chest.
Such frightful bionomic guarding of the nest.

The blight has spread.
And some say the sick had it birthed; or maybe the worst helped them learn.
When purging is pure, no one’s concerned with the cure.

Now everything is heartsick, she believes.
Though most can’t feel the sick devouring.
Hearts are cold.
Now everything is heartsick past belief.
These parasitic pests, the cure is second best.
So eager to regress.

I know it’s cultural; so profound – countless bodies drag aground.
Vacate your position – your gaze is burning red.
Such frightful bionomic guarding of the nest.

The blight has spread.
And some say the sick had it birthed.
When purging is pure, she’ll find a cure.

Now everything is heartsick, she believes.
Though most can’t feel the sick devouring.
Hearts are cold.
Now everything is heartsick past belief.
These parasitic pests, the cure is second best.
The guarding of the nest.

How much compassion can you bleed?
This blight has ravaged everything.
Soak out the nest in gasoline.

She’s heartsick past belief.
Though most can’t feel the sick devouring.
Hearts are cold.
Now everything is heartsick past belief.
These parasitic pests, the cure is second best.

It’s parasitic – these heartsick souls. Blight unfolds and spreading cold.

credits

released July 1, 2021
Engineered by Chris Fogal at Black In Bluhm Studio.
Artwork by Kodi Delaney.

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Poor Me Denver, Colorado

Formed in 2010, Denver, CO’s Poor Me has always been a passion project; an alchemical merging of charged aggression and killer songwriting. Catharsis comes and goes in a mass of sweating bodies, fists raised to the stage. This is skate punk dragged into the now—where fast drums, muscular riffs, and razor-wire lyrics unite to document a world more fucked than ever. ... more

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