help me keep my feet on the ground I'm flying back to the island.
help me keep my body on the bed cat scratches tickling my ribcage.
fingertips and toes painted gold my eyelids smooth like a toilet
everybody speak dont breathe no room here for people like me
rose clipping hose dripping butterscotch and bleach spewing into the human sewage
I've never begged death for a ring but I'm a king now so call me when the ocean is frozen
Written over the course of two years, “Chances” captures an array of life experiences in moving soft-focus pop songs. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 20, 2022