The metallic taste of the ring on your annulary finger in my mouth
I can't keep waiting for my sex appeal to sprout
A hermit reading about lust instead of watching it
Everything about me that should be a plus I keep on botching it
I wasn't made to receive the hate you give
Cross my heart and hope to live
Lie to myself, I keep saying that I never fib
Never this, never that, I've never lived
They wanna cut my hair like Charlotte
They wanna turn me into them like Scarlett
They want me to excel like Charles
They want me to exhale, drive the car
You put a fist in your mouth and suck on every single digit individually
I can't really compete with that
Beautiful sweeping statements that elucidate nothing
Just looked in the mirror again and you know what I looked like? Nothing
No job, no face, no clothes
Like the nothingness girl that your girlfriend rode
The other night
Or the night before that
Doesn't really matter, I'm straying from the format
The metallic taste of the ring on your annulary finger in my mouth
I can't keep waiting for my sex appeal to sprout
A hermit reading about lust instead of watching it
Everything about me that should be a plus I keep on botching it
Straddling the threshold between studio performance and digital technique; the NYC artist applies "fake jazz" principles to synthpop. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2024
A collection of tracks from the singer and multi-disciplinary artist's 111 collaboration series, featuring KMRU, Laraaji, and others. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2024