by now you know
that I'm dangerously sensitive
and your name'll get scribbled in
ink from an overworked pen
it's there I'll find relief
from that Saturday morning when
you stopped responding
after I shared this sentiment
my mind rewinds, your mind's not bothering
I won't let you forget
if you'd like to forget
now I've got one verse down
and I've just started
I was a collective sea of dread
while I was bolted to my bed
and you were all the pills I couldn't take
when I had nothing left
'cause in the off chance that I might not be
present in my head
you reeled me in, you threw me out
so I just wrote some songs instead
I'm not
I'm not dead, I got
fucked in the head
and fooled once again
with my only regret being we never met
I was a barren, wasted lie
tied taught to anchor's black night
a shovel from within
an architect's demise
another useless friend
that you wrapped yourself right into
secured at neither end
you're a sociopath with a pregnant smile
I know you're cold
I'll freeze for eternity
three lives to hold
you'll strain to remember me
I'll starve myself
you'll bake yet another brie
I'm told my gold
has no place in your paintings
I sent photos
of me as a boy
dressed up
in plain down to my tiny toes
you told
me that those men
were your quote unquote
big bros
I'm not that dumb
and I know that you're cold
I'll freeze for only six days
never told that my gold
had no place in your paintings
I'll make what's best for me
German-British artist Cosma Joy weaves indie pop, UK jazz, and Neo soul into an ambitious, airy debut EP that’s perfect for springtime. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2022