Hollowed out he knew her;
outlined, chalk line figure,
Two souls at a highway toll.
She can hear your secrets,
Running round like demons,
Fall right through you just like smoke.
Hollywood envisioned,
Not alive but living
Sun that drags you out of bed at night.
When all of it has to go,
Permanence has a spot in hell.
You probably should’ve known
She wanted to ask you back to Mexico,
Mexico.
Isolation lingers
When morning silence shivers,
Sleeping on the other side of the world.
Never see the absence
But always feel the vastness
Of the open wound before it splits.
And you could leave tomorrow
With the car you borrow,
But it’s too late now
And traffic has hit the roads.
One day we’ll leave the snow
Maybe we’ll find the Milky Way.
No one will have to know,
That we went to Mexico.
I wish I wasn’t younger then
Nothing hurts like yesterday.
A relit cigarette won’t taste the same,
But I hate the way we’re strangers.
I wish I wasn’t younger then
Nothing hurts like yesterday.
A relit cigarette won’t taste the same,
But I hate the way we’re strangers.
I wish I wasn’t younger then
Nothing hurts like yesterday.
A relit cigarette won’t taste the same,
But I hate the way we’re strangers.
credits
from Hello, Goodbye, In Between,
released January 7, 2022
Vocals: Grace Conheady
Piano: Grace Conheady
Guitar: Beau Hanson
Drums: Aaron Hamilton
Bass: Jordan Rabinowitz
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