the wind is shaking the trees into a panic, and the august rain is cold on my face. on the porch smoking the cigarettes that i told you i quit, i can hear the cars sigh along the interstate. i've been trafficking in costumes. feeding my feral dreams. carrying a bag of smooth stones to make soup. i'd fill my stomach while the weather was fair, and be gone before the dawn ushered out the moon. i was breaking off my baby teeth on handfuls of woodrose seeds. and leaving before i could be left. she said - "settle down". i said - "i'll die a stranger instead". i ran out to middle west wyoming where the plates lift up the earth just like a crown. i crawled to the summit to watch it collect my sorrow. but all i saw up there was a hell of a long walk down. i've been scattering my shadow. chasing epiphanies. finding new cities to make more old friends. thinking if i kept my distance i could shed my body and return to the world a brilliant myth. but now i can hear my own pathetic moan rattle in a payphone. why do i only feel love when i'm alone? but i buried my breadcrumbs, and now i can't find my way home. i thought i was faster than my sorrow. but it's been biting at my heels at every turn. carving staves into stones, to keep away the heartbreak from a love i can't seem to feel that i deserve. there's a little dog out standing by the front porch. he's been out there barking almost every night. meloney says that i should go and meet him. i'm thinking i just might. i've been feeding my mirror fears with all of my healthy tears. what a waste of twenty fucking years. every soul i've ever known, we are all an aspen grove. and i'm done trying to disappear. she whispers goodnight and i think i'll be staying here.
Introspective pop songs with transcendent melodies offer a joyful meditation on staying present in a world that often moves too fast. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 16, 2023