after therapy, leaves me undone
in a cash-only diner, where the waitress calls me hun
the kind of place where the workers never change
where some person that’s long gone brought you cuz it felt safe
don’t know how to get up in the morning
to swallow the sidewalk and all its cracks
to not translate life into warning
to admit I am never coming
on a Sunday morning, I woke up from a storm
but we giggled in the kitchen and you cooked us something warm
then humiliation woke, reared it’s selfish head
yelled remember that I live here and demanded to be fed
don’t know how to get up in the morning
to swallow the sidewalk and all its cracks
to not translate life into warning
to admit
I don’t know how to get up in the morning
to swallow the sidewalk and all its cracks
to not translate life into warning
to admit I am never coming back
after therapy, leaves me undone
in a cash-only diner, where the waitress calls me hun
I fuel this stubborn body with its wiry arms,
with its loopy hair, and it’s faulty alarms
Backed by a rotating cast of collaborators, the Australian singer-songwriter refines her folk-tinged indie pop sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 11, 2024