stab myself in the leg where the artery goes
interlocked with another puzzle piece under my clothes
and my blue jeans fuse to the doubt that i use
as a washer between myself and the fear of bad news
i hold my head underwater and make believe
mark my skin with a chlorine sheen
the pool boy curse put on me
can i be done now? can i be done now?
Tick tock went the clock and the whole world sighed
Another stupid kid cutting warning signs
And I’m sorry that I cant get over anything at all
in the same spot now that I was last fall
Everything looks different when I’m standing on my head
And I’ll never feel full without someone in my bed
And the sky looks darker than it ever has before
The spot you took my breath away has turned into a sore
Maybe I’ll never be alright
Maybe I’ll never be alright
Your cold fingers on my waistband, and I suck in tight
Maybe I’ll never be alright
Devon Church embraces a warm and introspective singer-songwriter sound evocative of Lee Hazlewood and Nick Cave on his latest. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 26, 2023
Five ghostly folk songs described by Dayydream as being on the border of imagination & reality, all wreathed in delicate echo. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 6, 2022