Tell me what you need
Say the word and I’ll be there
All of me is ours to share
Spill your guts and I’ll clean up
So much to say I had to leave
I saw the confluence downstream
Wanted to sit you in a
room uninhibited for days
Lost in your thoughts but I walked away
I knew we’d keep pushing into each other
Until we’re caught on fire
And we can’t be one
there will always be a space
We can’t be in the same place
We can never be one
So we’ll leave as we came
Apart and unchanged
Remnants of being obsessed
Your name in my predictive text
I don’t think less of you but I wish I could have thought of you less
And it’s nothing you said
it’s what you could that got to me
I saw the confluence downstream
If I can’t sit you in a room closing in on us
Until we overlap but the atoms don’t touch
So close we can almost repel each other
Finally we catch on fire
We can’t be one
there will always be a space
We can’t occupy the same place
We can never be one
It can only go so far
Till we remember who we are
We remember that we’re flawed
It’s repeating like an old CD
I see too much of you in me
Bouncing ideas off a mirror the answers won’t come
we can’t be one
Something needs fixing
we were clipping
You could punch me in the shoulder, and you’d phase through
Anything would have made us undone
I never made sure that it was safe when it was deep
I would have followed you downstream
We can’t be one
there will always be a space
We can’t occupy the same place
We can never be one
So we’ll leave as we came
Apart, unchanged
It’s repeating like an Old CD
In you I’ve seen too much of me
It’s repeating like an Old CD
I see too much of you in me
It’s repeating like an Old CD
If it’s killing you then it’s killing me
It’s repeating like an Old CD
You said it’s killing you and that’s killing me
Cartoon Network will always be my favorite for the pure trauma venting, but Music... Music makes me cry every time I listen. I want to say both are my favorite, but Bandcamp sucks ass lol danijayy
continuing from FIYH, this is blackpilled as all fuck; written and delivered with the raw candidness and self-mocking bitterness of a high-schoolers journal, and set to beats that are laser-focused to keep my distractable mind topped up on angry dopamine. A tight 21 minutes of weaponised disgust. Tom Colquhoun
The fourth LP from Italy’s Francesca Morello is full of dark-hued, industrial-edged rock songs, delivered with a sneer. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 13, 2021