Imperfection holds weight over memories
I was taught perfection hides behind a lock and a key
But half of our teachings are fantasies
Or at the very least unreachable by me
Imperfection's a ghost in my chest
With an icy palm over my breath
Everyone says "Can you hear it?"
I turn away but I can still hear it
Spinning sounds will fill me up
Spinning sounds will tear me down
But inwards I hold desires
I deny that I set them aflame
Burning patterns engraved in my brain
Outwardly I hold steady
Daily routine of the needless
Looking down to remain in my muteness
Marching down pavement roads in the dar
A pointless trip that seeds me with worry
A couple steps that stop me from breath
And now I've disappeared from your eyes
A second more for me to fade away
A second more and I won't be afraid
You've got me right where you want me
Just close enough that you can haunt me
Bedroom pop with gentle electronic accents from Josh Thorpe, who paints sweetly intimate portraits of everyday love. Bandcamp New & Notable May 9, 2023
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