Your hands around me, gently.
The angles of your face swell
And your mouth and all it’s quiet
Is what I think about
Is what I think about
Is what I think about
Is what I think about
Why do my thoughts fold in patterns around you?
Did you know, did you know that everywhere I turn these eyes see and double?
Did you know, did you know that you are made of perfect colors?
Atoms splitting, breaking just like all the rest - making this darkness.
Is what I think about
Is what I think about
Is what I think about
Is what I think about
Tremors shake the depths of my breathing
When lonesome overcomes my mindset
Only you can shake this empty
Am I wrong, am I wrong for wanting this?
Am I wrong, am I wrong for wanting this?
Am I wrong, am I wrong for wanting this?
Am I wrong, am I wrong for wanting this?
Is what I think about
Is what I think about
Is what I think about
Is what I think about
Heart-stirring art pop constructed from an intricate latticework of keys, guitars, and anthemic vocals in songs that go and go and go. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 13, 2022