the witchcraft behind
automatic doors
makes no sense on benzos
i hold your hand
the future seems alright
when i let go
i get terrified
sometimes i feel like melting plastic
and sometimes i feel like laughing
nothing seems like much fun
when you have so many imaginary things to get done
dying but only managing to turn over on my sheets
defeats the hope of making it through may
I scream about how everything
only gets worse
statistics line graphs read them and go back in time
take your medication
be home by 10
reincarnation would be a bummer
doing this again
sometimes I feel like melting plastic
and other times I feel like laughing
nothing seems like very much fun
when you have so many imaginary things to get done
dying but only managing to turn over on my sheets
defeats the hope of making it through may
15 minutes until another day
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