Fly this coffin to Dublin. Forget just who I am. Reduced to a fraction of a person.
Trapped within insignificance. Buried with my sense of purpose. You’re my best friend, but without Eveline, I’ll suffer and die by omission.
Close this casket. Hide my face. Sail back home with my remains. “The end of pleasure is pain.”
Locked inside a box with no air holes to breathe. Instead my lungs fill up with inadequacy. There is nothing left here for me. I’ll be remembered strictly as the boy who lost everything.
"He was shouted at to go on but he still called to her. She set her white face to him, passive, like a helpless animal. Her eyes gave him no sign of love or farewell or recognition."
credits
from The Manhattan Project,
released June 16, 2015
Lyrics written by Matthew Brucato. Quotes written by James Joyce.
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