My skull is completely empty,
Dress in black, up the back
Of the bus.
I’m writing out my jealousy,
And for a moment it takes the wind out of my sales
And the cold is biting my lips
My hands dive in to their pockets
Running to the interchange,
Hoping that the gates don’t close,
Before I get there.
And I think that I used to be this lost.
But now I have a map,
But it’s useless,
With my sense of direction,
And my lack of perspective.
I’ve been holding on,
To what’s barely even there.
A whisper from a ghost,
A stranger’s life to bare.
And the cold is biting my lips,
My hands dive in to their pockets,
With no sense of direction
And a complete lack of perspective.
The “grunge soul” artist draws from influences like Nina Simone, Lianne La Havas, and Kurt Cobian on her new project. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 30, 2023