Pitch-Forked is regrettably one of those tracks that reflects a very visceral, ongoing castigation that people have been inflicting upon my physicality. I’m still out of breath from the shock I received this afternoon while laying on my bed before arriving at the library to write this. In the past, the pitch-forking has kept me up all night. Often, while laying on my bed alone, I could barely thrust open the door, centimeters away before ralphing practically in my sleep. Or, it would feel like a knife was thrust upon me from below. Some people have been planning evil doings down underneath my bed—and I note paying for it in this upbeat and up-tempo, rollicking rock song with a new wave, pop chorus.