Music

video screen

distant familiar stranger

unfurling feeling throughout your song
ask me about my nature
i’m pretty sure you’re getting it wrong
back then is mold and mildew
unyielding, bleeding, rare
but I know myself, i know you
i’d recognize that hair anywhere
the sunlight retreats on the lawn
but the ground still holds its warmth
bury me, bury me, bury me
as you’re speaking sweetly
bury me, bury me, bury me
turn around, can you feel my stare?
turn around, can i braid your hair?
i’m staring at myself through a video screen
and wondering what you’re thinking

february

spindly haunted trees around me
february feels to me just like a dream
unlasting dreary saturation
concrete, i can’t breathe
flowers blooming when they aren’t supposed to
i’m a ghost, just moving through
a fleeting form for you to use
let you treat me how i'd think you want to
feel the wind rustle the leaves
sit on the roof, watch the machinery
in your room, green smoke engulfs me
in your room, lissome limbs entangling
won’t you distract me? it could be so sweet
won’t you distract me? it could be so sweet
but I have my memory and i know what i mean
i have my memory and i know what i mean
i have my memory and i know what happened
i have my memory and i know what i mean

unbleeding

the mind’s not so detached from the body
the mind’s not so detached from the body
when I feel it, I feel everything
and when I feel it, how I bleed
and in me’s the resilience of the trees
a yearning at the core of me
when I feel it, it’s overwhelming
expelled through me, how i bleed
and in me are flowers tensing, a certain gasping, engulfing feeling
this nighttime distant breathing, it’s electricity, it’s machinery
i'll listen to the rain beat, tryna tell me something
i'll lose a part of me to try to keep me whole