you ain't got nothing over me my love
you ain't got nothing over me
I'm a poor man running in a rich man's shoes
chasing all over the city for you
but you ain't got nothing over me
we went out of our way to get lost, my love
we went out of our way to get lost
I span on my head 'til I was sick inside
and you stared at the spotlight until you were blind
we went out of our way to get lost
but we never quite counted the cost
running a race that can't be slowed down
sweat on your forehead in place of a crown
because we never quite counted the cost, my little love
1 2 3 4
you won't pick me up
though I'm sinking right in front of you
and we have had enough
of all the shit they've given us
but don't go your separate way
(don't go)
don't go your separate way
(don't go)
don't go, don't go, don't go your separate way
Jack Goldstein's deeply personal exploration of love and grief is expressed here through a blend of emo and hyperpop. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 12, 2022