1. |
Dear Who
04:12
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Dear who
Dear who
Dear who
Dear who
Dear who
Dear who
I've been waiting for you
To light up my room
With your news
I sit down and start to write
Without your face inside my mind
It's all a blur
And all my thoughts are shallow
Full to the brim you'd think I'd air
My every whim and deep despair
But on my own
My pen runs dry and fallow
Dear who
Dear who
Dear who
I've been waiting for you
To color my room
In new hues
Like a schoolgirl I await
Your artful musings like a freight train
Running off on some great rousing journey
With every paragraph you pen
Imagination sparks again
We work together to find clarity
Dear who
Dear who
Dear who
I've been waitin' for you
To light up my room
With your news
Just to picture you at home
Living a life that's all your own
Helps me make sense of all my tangled broodings
And suddenly what's deep inside
Is out in front of me and I
Can start to trace a path to conscious choosing
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2. |
Mirrors
03:14
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You can look in the mirror
Suddenly clearer
But baby it's been there your whole life
But you know
Many mirrors
They always show you clear
You cannot hide, you cannot hide tonight
A knock knock on the window pane
A pain pain come and play my game
When you look in the mirror
Where's your fear
It needn't show, you're on your own: individual
Take a note
Fragile spirit
You've clung to truth in merit
"Deserve, deserve," do you deserve it all?
A press press lemme test your breath
Opens your eyes, you can't ignore the depth
So baby baby
Get you a mirror
That ripples forth your history through your pores
You've never known accountability
Your slate always seemed pristine
But now you know, it's time you shift your place
Space space about-face
You wanna own, then baby claim your own
What a one-sided mirror
That tells you what you wanna hear
Echoes in droves of, "welcome home, you belong here!"
Take a breath, well intentioned
It's actions now that pension
What a relief, now's not your time to lead
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3. |
For All It's Not
04:46
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We wear our red noses
Each moment's a new routine
Aware that outside our bedroom
Reaching new heights of gloom
You soften my grounding
Unearth my buried feet
Reformat this landscape
Allow plans to lack shape
For all that this time is not
I feel your arms around me
Our hearts collectively caught
You hold me though I'm heavy
And meanwhile, I've come back home
She's there with open arms
Our days grow emptier and sweeter we prioritize and always
Catch the cotton candy skies
She hates that I chip in
But it makes me feel grown
I'd take every hour of brushing her
Hair as she lets go of rushing
For all that this time is not
To witness as her dreams rise
She gifts herself a second thought
Finds maps within her own eyes
And we wake up
And we wake up
For all that this time is not
I cannot shake this feeling
We found out what we all forgot
Just staring at the ceiling
Just stare up at the ceiling
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4. |
Another Time
03:26
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Sitting here
In this one room
It's all clear
A new age in bloom
Out my window
Strong and mature
Childhood flow
Makes me unsure
In another time
It would be a crime
To regress
To second guess
In another time
In another life
We'd be so sure
Always wanting more
Hear the sound of
That one reject thought
You try to rise above
Tie your brain nice and taut
But things move so slow
You can't help but steal a peek
You untie that bow
So the mysteries start to leak
In and out
Watch your mind rush and recede
Movin like those waves of doubt
Let me find my own key
Slow it down
It wasn't locked up after all
Oh darlin, it's a lonely town
But, you'll learn, it has no walls
Running around
In unfamiliar shapes
An old familiar town
Now shakes me awake
Whispering carefully
You've traversed afar
Bring your presents to me
I'm right here, your yonder star
In another time
It would be a crime
To regress
To second guess
In another time
In another life
We'd be so sure
Always wanting more
In another time
In another life
Never displaced
Made sick on space
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5. |
Boxes!
04:40
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Little boxes
How's that song go
They're supposed to be
Filled with ticky-tacky
Now we sit here
Boxed for hours, our
Eyes a shifting
Send me a picky-packin'
Backward
To a time when
Fruits of labors
Walls of tangible tapestries
Curated
By a gal who
Likes theater
Sits affixed
Til she can clippy-clap
A world where
She's a stranger
Crowded trains define her
Only by her passing musings
Pour me out
Pour me out
Pour me out
Pour me out
Pour me out
Pour me out
Anonymity
Bustling city
Now her name labels her box
She can't avoid their pity
She once flew free
Flew for hours, our
Eyes a shifting
Watching as she caught on fire
A world where
She could be both
Flames and vapors
Clear, transparent, yet projecting sparks
But now here
In this gallery
Though not the type she's always
Filled with others' works of art
A chance to
Question that freedom
To feel amorphous in a world
Built on distorted wisdom
Fill me up
Fill me up
Fill me up
Fill me up
Fill me up
Fill me up
Little boxes
Labeled faces
Structured, organized, and
Clear/intentional spaces
Words of release
Of invitation
Each voice arises
Grounded in familiar aeration
Breathing air that
Reminds us who we are
Each box begins to fall apart
We're really not so far
And look now
How full we feel
Within this portal
Realizing it's a cosmic deal
A chance to
Craft new connections
Our little boxes gave us space
To choose a new direction
Wrap me up
Wrap me up
Wrap me up
All I am
All I am
All I am
It's all ours
It's all ours
It's all ours
It's all ours
It's all ours
It's all ours
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6. |
Big Dreams, Momma
03:04
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Always just around the corner
Always whipping through the air
You showed us how to move forward
I'm asking you to stop right there
Cause I got big dreams for you, momma
But they need their time to brew
You been makin space for everyone else
But momma this time's all for you
Our pal he "gifted" you his burden
And you're real good at solitaire
You may wake stronger every mornin'
But that don't mean it's yours to bare
Cause I got big dreams for you, momma
But they need their time to stew
You been makin meals for everyone else
But momma this one's all for you
I know you're not yet 'round that corner
No not yet whippin through the air
But damn I promise it's an honor
To be here fighting for your share
Cause we've got big dreams for you, momma
But they need their time to brew
Now momma don't make space for anyone else
No momma, we'll make space for you
Yeah we'll make space for you
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7. |
Postural Dysfunction
04:12
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There is an army
Green desk here
The kind I'd have dragged home
On the B or the A
I only sit
On my chest here
So I can watch myself
Develop curved vertebrae
And I have never spent
So much time waiting
For no one in particular
And nothing at all
3 lamps and 1
Fluorescent overhead
3 windows that only let light in at
3 am
You like it dark
You say like your childhood
I'm here alone now
But you're my brain stem
And I have never spent
So much time waiting
For no one in particular
And nothing at all
And I apologize
I have to get out of here
I swear it's much too sweet
My stomach's far too weak
And I can't bake another
Goddamn cake this week
I'm not cut out for this
I swear I'm far too weak
And I'd have never thought
I'd need you like I do
It's almost too much
My stomach's fucked up, too
And I have never spent
So much time waiting
For no one in particular
And nothing at all
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8. |
Proximity
03:37
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It's the Wild West out here, baby
They're buildin' walls: "hey watch your back cause it ain't safe out here"
"We promise you're our first and only priority"
"Yeah better be, cause we're the ones who sit here living in fear"
It's easy to forget your place within
This swirlin' madness
They tell you they'll protect you from the sin
The danger and the sadness
Look a little closer, my old friend
Your safety's not in jeopardy
Brace yourself and dive into the deep end
Immersed in proximity
When you awake, open your curtains to a brand new day
You greet your neighbor, "hi good morning," they look just like you
You never stop to wonder how it even got this way
But now you're trapped inside this mindset of the first founding few
It's easy to forget your place within
This swirling madness
They tell you they'll protect you from the sin
That threatening presence
Look a little closer, my new friend
Your safety's not in jeopardy
Buckle up and dive into the deep end
Immersed in proximity
Right out my window, there's a man, he's fighting demons inside
And in this moment he is pure, and he's got nothing to hide
And yet I sit here looking down, and watch his story unfurl
Eat your own words, girl
It's easy to forget your place within
This swirling madness
They tell you they'll protect you from the sin
The danger and the sadness
Look a little closer, my friend
Your safety's not in jeopardy
Open up your golden gates and lend
Yourself to proximity
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9. |
We Miss The Sun
05:19
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I thought a phone call would change my life
But it didn't work out that way
A year of longing, of scattered strife
So I fall into each new day
She told me yesterday that when we meet
It feels like a vitamin
And so we do our best to seek what's sweet
And hold onto every win
So will you say I'm not alone
In missing the morning
And that the thought of our crowded home
Sets your heart on fire
It's not the seeds left unsown
That pain me without warning
But won't you tell me
You miss the sun
We both convince ourselves that time will bend
And stretch like a rubber band
When we're together again, my friend
Perhaps things will go as planned
Or maybe we're not meant to see those versions
Of ourselves appear
I guess we'll take these unplanned emersions
And save the others for another year
So will you say I'm not alone
In missing the morning
And that the thought of our crowded home
Sets your heart on fire
It's not the seeds left unsown
That pain me without warning
But won't you tell me
You miss the sun
So will you say I'm not alone
In missing the morning
And that the thought of our crowded home
Sets your heart on fire
It's not the seeds left unsown
That pain me without warning
But can I tell you
I miss the sun
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