She asks me kinda raspy if it’s good
If it has me feeling happy, like it should
With her hair she looks so bare despite the dark
I just stare, I can only stare at her to start
I wanna scream
That I don’t know
That I cant speak
That I won’t show
How so empty
My brain is,
Not inane it simply tries
I feign the thoughts to attain a sought-after guise
That I’m indeed real, a sweet deal, emotionally available
I guarantee it’ll be me to feel a notion that is malleable
And in the bedsheets I get ready to nearly cry
And she lets me, stops to pet me, asks me why
Such a simple question
Why can’t I answer the question
And at the grocery store
I grossly mourn the price of grapes
Draped in dust and, before I could ignore it, out escapes
A great big sigh and, why are reds so high end?
I don’t have my Ralphs Card
They got more anthocyanin
Now I don’t even want to buy them
So I stopped crying, mopped my eye things
And mustered my audacity
I locked eyes, then dropped mine, too flustered, a catastrophe
“Ok,” you say, you patiently wait
I betray you again and again
And I break, I take way to long to say, utter under weight
“I’m sorry I don’t like you,
No worries its a fight you
Were never really in,
And never had a chance
I never really meant for this to well, advance
And I’m sorry for my brain
And I’m sorry to explain
This inconvenient reality
This bitter truth actuality.”
Warm synths, tape loops, kosmiche guitar, and folk melodies meet in a record that explores the relationship of the moon to the tides. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 8, 2023
Dreamy, intimate experimental pop, part of the artist's challenge to herself to write and record a song every single day of the year. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 22, 2017