i’m out here with a bathroom cleaner than what I had before
here the ground is dry, the shower’s fine, and everything seems better
but there’s something that i’m missing from this floor
i guess with home and somewhere else, it’s either or
being away from my family, i’ve had to look for myself
being away from my friends, i feel i’ve lost my good health
my mind is falling apart, i feel a hole in my heart
and sometimes i feel like i just got nobody to tell
it’s not like home is perfect or anything, i fight with my friends
i have these traumatizing memories still stuck in my head
it’s like the bathroom in my dorm, shit gets wetter than wet
but every time i return, i feel less lonely again
i guess it’s good that i can put my pants on comfortably
in this hotel room, out some place that i can never be seen
i feel forgotten in this new foreign life
but maybe it’s not worth remembering kai
and so i lost me
in this late november rain
and you forgot me
you forgot our love and pain
i live through phone calls
my face is fading from your brain
i’m in my bath stall
i only wash myself and pray
i hope you’re happy
let's pretend that I never left
let's be friends that never forget
what's here in my heart is a meaningful longing
I wish I could regain this sense of belonging
and now this toilets unfamiliar
the showerheads peculiar
not like the one at home is better;
but I've never cried here before
sometimes life will pull you onwards and you're not able to stop
I feel like time is feeling somber, pulling faster just to block
out the emotion (yeah, yeah)
I want to block out the emotion (yeah, yeah)
I squeeze my hand to see if I feel it
the grounds not dirty, I don't have to deal with it
nothing means much anymore
I can step on this bathroom floor
something feels like I won't ever get to see you the same
when I look in the mirror, I've ceased to know my own face
and so i lost me
in this late november rain
and you forgot me
you forgot our love and pain
i live through phone calls
my face is fading from your brain
i’m in my bath stall
i only wash myself and pray
you said you lost me
in this late November rain
I said I'm sorry
and then you saw me cry again
i live through phone calls
don't have reception in this place
I'm in my bath stall
I only wash myself and pray
i hope you’re happy
and so I lost me
in this late November rain
I said I'm sorry
and then you saw me cry again
if you forgot me
something easy to forget
let's get some coffee
let's pretend we never met
credits
from in bohemia,
released December 12, 2018
03. “BATHROOM II: CESKY KRUMLOV” 04’39”
Written: 11/03/18. Recorded: 11/27-30/18.
Vocals: trdelnik, Ava Nordling
Guitar: Dominic Pastorelle
Lyrics, composition, production: Barry McCockinner
Rich Jones and Montana Macks join forces for a passionately rapped, impeccably produced reflection on the trials and turmoils of 2020. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 3, 2020