Tim Kasher

You don't really have time.

And so that just occurred to me.

This song kind of feels like that.

And it's like, you know, that was a really traumatic time in my life.

The structure of the song felt kind of story-based.

So I did it.

And it turned out nice.

I feel like I'm really proud of this song.

Yeah, I want to think about this more.

I think that's really interesting.

For 35 years or whatever, it never occurred to me to address this.

And yeah, I just never had written about it before.

And so I thought that was interesting too.

It was just like, well, I guess now's the time.

Yeah, what would have happened?

Yeah, it would have been fucking good probably.

Yeah, thank you.

At first it was felt, headed upstairs A knot in my chest, a grasping for air Work in a shift, move in a dresser The shortness of breath

Getting any better Gym class Out on the track Running laps The sun, the sweat, the collapsing Overhead The vulture circles

I pled to God, there's something wrong She blinked and mostly shrugged it off I swallowed hard, the aching spread Rising like a loaf of bread, this standing