WAWA

Best you didn’t ask me,
When I’m comin’ home.
Mother don’t grieve for me,
I’m not gone.

Black teeth baby eyes lose their light.
Up until that day I had never seen somebody die.
Is it alright?
That I didn’t cry?
Glass ceilings baby make for pretty last sight,
Lift you up we’re in flight, we are high.

Best you didn’t ask me,
When I’m comin’ home.
Daddy don’t write to me,
Won’t be here for long.

First time baby died I’ll tell you breaking cold earth felt good baby wasn’t right
Cold hands breed quiet hearts wouldn’t even make it through the night
How does it feel?
Lying in the middle of the road?
While the sun rise?


Imagining tragedy
Had always seemed more real to me.

Imagining tragedy
Had always seemed more real to me.

Imagining tragedy
Had always seemed more real to me.


dream & real:

there was a time i cursed my bedroom but
now i think i’m stronger than that
I still dream of cabins and the sea;
While you are off to spain i am dreaming
of what my next trip might be

Something bout the way you cut your hair
and typed all night on nootropics
something bout the way you cut your hair
while i swam through centre of the sea in a pod of dolphins

The only music i could stomach that morning was sad country tunes
nah it’s not cause I was thinkin’ of you nah it was
Something to do with a person I knew…