In "slug," Devon Again spirals through anxious dependency, wondering who will be disappointed today and who must be begged for reassurance before sleep gives way to panicked certainty of abandonment. Self-loathing thickens into images of broken pens, sludge, and public nakedness, a body both machine-like and on the brink. The repeated need to be held and told everything is okay collides with the shame of spilling too much and still finding it insufficient.
slug Lyrics by Devon Again
I wonder who I’m letting down today
Who I’ll beg to grab my face and tell me everything’s okay
Who I’ll think about when I’m trying to sleep
Who I’ll wake up in a sweat convinced they’re only gonna leave
I am saying something stupid yet again
I’m a broken ball point pen
I am draped over the sink
I am losing it I think
I am moving like a slug
And I’m throwing ’round my sludge
What a mess to keep around
Oh I’m nothing without
Who I’m letting down today
Who I beg to grab my face and tell me everything’s okay
Who I think about when I’m trying to sleep
Who I wake up in a sweat convinced they’re only gonna leave
I am naked and I’m crying in the street
I’m a stupid piece of meat
I am soaking from the rain
Singing “look here I’m in pain”
I am full of fucking dread
And I’m trapped inside my head
Lick the wound
Scratch the itch
Sit around and think about
Who I’m letting down today
Who I beg to grab my face and tell me everything’s okay
Who I think about when I’m trying to sleep
Who I wake up in a sweat convinced they’re only gonna leave
I wonder who I’m letting down
I am tired but my body’s a machine
I will run it to the ground
I am quiet I am clean
I am easy going down
I will think before I speak
I’m a big dog no doubt
I am always on the brink
I am always on the brink
I am sick of feeling small
I’m embarrassed that it hurts
Everything I know about myself everyone knows it first
Crack my knuckles straighten up
I’m too old to feel this dumb
Pour my heart out
Spill my guts
It’s not enough
It’s not enough
