Punishment
Channel: Jonathan Mann
Date: 2019-06-08

Acoustic ++

You heard way more
Than you were supposed to
Knowledge of good an evil
You weren’t allowed to get close to 
So you’ve been locked up
Sequestered and forgotten 

Now you got nothing but your thoughts
Roiling and boiling your brain 
Somebody’s out taking pot shots
At the tender parts that remain 

You sit quietly
You hear the melting snow
Thinking about how pride can be 
The danger that bubbles below
Time’s always been meaningless
But never as literally as this

Now you got nothing but your thoughts
Roiling and boiling your brain 
Somebody’s out taking pot shots
At the tender parts that remain 
Now all the friends you thought you had
Feel like a distant dream
All cuz you wanted what you can’t have
The truth and no in-between 

Finally one day
The trumpets begin to sound
Giant hands carry you away
You’re asked to share what you found
Your voice is hoarse with disuse
You recite this looking down at your shoes

When I had nothing by my thoughts
They roiled and boiled my brain
I heard them taking pot shots
At the tender parts that remained
The only thing I could think to do
The only thing I could hold
Was the sense deep down I knew
I was right in the pit of my soul

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Hi there! If you're new around these parts, welcome. I'm Jonathan Mann. I write a song every single day, and I've been doing that for the last 10+ years.

Through sick days, tired days, days with no inspiration, the death of my grandma, the breakup of a 5 year long relationship, the marriage to my wife and the birth of our son - I've never missed a day. This is my life's work.