Blood grooves
behind your eyelids
and cuts into shapes in your head
You see me
falling asleep in a
strangers bedroom again
it's 2 am
and it's cold as hell
Cold smokey smell
in the kitchen
as I'm burning these eggs
You float
offa the stove top
to cover my eyes and my face
open your eyes
there's no one around
it's just one more day of driving around
checking your phone all the time
images pressed to your brain iron out
they coalesced
and blood's all that's left
Smoke floats
out of your moth
and swirls into shapes round your head
Modular synths sparkle amidst piano, vibes, and other organic instruments stringing together constellations of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 22, 2023