WEEK FOUR - PHANTOM LIMBS

We recorded the audio and video for this one on the overpass by our house last night, and had a lot of fun playing with our shadows. This song is about putting everything you have into something, and still not doing enough.

Lyrics:

I'm feeling weathered, and

Unsettled now.

I wonder how I let you down.

I wanna get better,

Find the comfort in forever.

Patience wearing out,

And mixed with doubt,

She wonders what I'm on about.

And I would say whatever

To alleviate the pressure.

 

Gotta hold my head above the water

So I can't sink or swim.

I thought that both my arms were flailing outwards,

But they were phantom limbs.

I'll never find another fire,

Never fight another fire like that.

Week Three - SPINNING

This song is about the mornings where you don't feel like waking up.

Lyrics:

I'm alive, 
But I don't feel like living
Inside a mind, 
Where thoughts are always spinning. 
These days, I can't remember who I swore I never be. 
Most the people I have hated had a lot to do with me. 
So tell my lover I've gone missing, 
And my friends I moved away. 
Tell my mother that I love her, but there was no other way.

Week Two - SECLUSION

Here's a new #minisong that goes out to anyone who's ever been hurt and exhausted from putting themselves out there for love, and not having it reciprocated.
Thank you to Conner Jones, for making the video, and Andrea McPherson for the beautiful harmonies!!

Lyrics:

I'm running low
On allocated love
With dislocated hands
I'm clinging onto life

You don't have to throw your voice around me,
But it's not like you would listen when I speak.
So let's celebrate the lovers who abandoned their post,
And contemplate seclusion twice a week.

Week One - DONE FOR GOOD

If it's alright with you, I'm gonna start posting a brand new mini song every other Friday!!
Writing has been a big part of my life lately, and I love experimenting with my format, so here's the first!

Lyrics:

I hope the next boy that you meet has money
I hope the next guy you kiss has got nice teeth
And I hope he's conscious of the words that he pushes through those pearly whites
I hope the hill that you climb ain't too steep

And I hope that
Once it's done,
Then it's done.
It's done for good.