From the recording Nowever
The lyrics are a vehicle here for me to describe a disjointed professional relationship with a former muso acquaintance. The word Map in the title is Pam, the person the song is about. So I'm leaving Pam behind. I got frustrated over time with this person that talked so much shit in the process of arranging music events, posting vague or misleading FB and Messenger comments, "Like a war, your stories and debates go on, in your head, then spill out on the pages" + "Untangling threads that loosen and pile on the floor" is a metaphor for the text threads that lead me to believe all sorts of shit and trust in this person, only to be fucked over.
Lyrics
Hand: I don’t need your hand no more.
I can feel my way from here and through the door.
I slowly waded through the shift.
I’ve singed the ends of the ropes.
Like a war your stories and debates go on,
In your head then spill out on the pages.
You may forget but I recall, the early days, the core.
And I’m not spending any of my time no more,
Untangling threads that loosen and pile on the floor.
I’ve cared enough to care this long.
I’ve dared to speak but bit my tongue.
Make good impressions on the new, the naïve.
No mistakes to those who’ve seen your faces.
You may forget but I recall, the early days, the core.