Description

One-Stop, Indie pop, Medium tempo, art pop, folk pop, atmospheric, alternative, staccato, nostalgic, personal, honest, love, space, spacious, changing, open, tired, exhausted, building, abstract, emotional, moody, anthemic, passionate, soulful, singer songwriter, young, youthful, nostalgic, looking back, story telling, Female vocals, background vocals, piano, synth, tambourine, bass, drums, percussion, beats, keys, pads, electric guitar, Albany, New York, United States

Lyrics

every mirror even rearview i gaze into wishing well for you tryna find me every time i look away it’s a hard reset please so i’ve arrived now at this hotel lounge i eat meat beyond my means until my stomach sours all these people they got money bunch of real deals and i wanna spit in the flowers there’s a bar fly he’s got my name on him i got his eyes on me he wanna take me home in my mind’s eye i watch him chew me up i watch me spit you out oh no no no i gotta go you chased me down there for a good twenty miles back in Charleston man i was just passing through but i remembered that night we were laughing in bed and i realized this will all end i squeezed your hand til it burned red now i’m just trying not to see my grave in every goddamn mile ahead so tell me how now did we get here to this place where we don’t dance no more i can’t see straight i been driving too long i need space now but once we had a home we had a home and i said “I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I”