1. |
Skinned Knees
03:38
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on the way to Springfield, I thought I would die
from the loneliness you left with me that night
pretending not to know me, pretending she was yours
and running away whenever I stepped on the porch
but on the way home, the rain came in sheets
and I thought we were gonna flip the SUV
I saw myself crushed by a stream of cars
got back not caring where you are
did I ever tell you about
the third time Austin left when I was in my old house?
I didn't leave my bed except to piss or shit
and it went on for like five days before my roommates stepped in
the point I'm trying to make
is all cuts scab and all scabs flake away
you're not the wound I make you out to be
I'm just a sad girl with skinned knees
now I'm afraid of fire, but not for long
there's bound to be more coals for me to skip along
so I will soak my calloused feet and dry my sweaty palms
and venture for more crooked paths to stumble on
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2. |
Cabinets
04:55
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I am wary of your tea
'cause I expect sweetness but only find leaves
and the strays left in my cup
that you don't want me to read
spell "go", but I know how sweet it used to be
but sugar runs low
and honey gets old
I ate you out of house and home
and would you think it cruel
if I were to assume
your cabinets aren't bare
only you
what a pretty cage you cast
such a pitty gold paint don't last
I spent years squeezing through those bars
plucked my feathers clean
goes to show that you don't know
that birds do more than sing
and you took everything
but forgot to clip my wings
I'll go elsewhere for seed
I don't care if it's cruel
'cause I have to assume
your cabinets aren't bare
only you
I'e got so much left to say
but you keep my voice in frays
and I wanna run away
but you keep me bound in chains of yesterday
in your skin I made a home
wore it thin, I'm free to roam
but ain't it funny how I can't
find the north star?
oh no, should have known you'd thrown me out this far
without your steady hands
I've forgotten how to stand
but I will learn how to
your fabled empty room
I found my clothes and shoes
your cabinets aren't bare
only you
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3. |
Notes From the Hurricane
03:23
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I can't begin
to describe the state that I've been in
again
it's like a wind
so strong it caved me in
and then
shot splinters through my skin
I can't have you in my head
with my brains all blowing 'round
and I can't have you in my bed
if my house is falling down
all I'm capable of is a hug
don't let the wind sweep me up
you'd think with this swarm
of bees in my heart I could keep warm
but for sure
I shiver in their storm
I guess I need some way
to remind myself of the wolf I made
every day
forever lonesome in the glade
because it's hard to build a love
when your tools are blowing 'round
and how am I supposed to help you
if my feet don't touch the ground
all I'm capable of is a snub
I'm just a storm in a cup
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4. |
More Wine
02:42
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I built a shrine and I pay tribute every day
cut and pasted clouds hung in my skies
reminders that gods only listen to you if you pray
and that my fickle heart ain't worth their time
so I am quiet in my need
because it's mere desire, only greed
and it's a sin to pray for things
that are up to someone else entirely
heard the news when I was drunk and out of town
not thirty feet away, a freight train starts
the wind picked up and blanketed me in the sound
a lonely, lazy foghorn in my heart
so I laid back down on the curb
and I had to be home for work
but my friends pour me more, 'cause love's a battlefield
and they know that I'd been hurt
I make up for lost time with my mind
and I take confession all the time
and I've run out of wafers now
but I will substitute them with more wine
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5. |
Blue Jay, Bear Cub
03:26
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you flew north before I had the chance
you fled her and the heartbreak in the heartland
I don't mind, I wouldn't impose
you need the wind in your sails and the dust off your clothes
and maybe when you come back, you'll have a story or three
maybe you'll have a trinket from the mountains for me
just don't search too hard for your paramour anew
'cause you've got someone waiting for you
I've been nowhere and seen nothing except
I've seen worlds in every person that I've met
some are iced and cold, but yours is made of gold
with trees so heavy with fruit, they fold
and maybe you'll walk me through your garden when you're home
if you're not tired of each passing traffic cone
we can head out on the road
start a journey of our own
the blue jays, shades of morning sky
ransack nests without two reasons why
and the bear cubs, toothless and benign
will turn to monsters in the blink of an eye
and I heard the devil has a sweet voice like yours
with the beauty of all your twinkling shores
so show me your palms, if they're not hooves
I'll walk through the mountains with you
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6. |
Porcelain
02:25
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made him a dream catcher with a doe charm in it
and he hasn't hit a deer since
your faith in god bordered on cultish
but I thought you were a witch
and when I see you anymore, you're a doll propped up on the couch
from your summer gown, to your fickle hair
to your painted, placid mouth
and I remember you from high school
and I remember you husky and mean
and I remember when you started throwing up your food
and flaunting your brand new size 3 jeans
when I graduated I was hired at the same Arby's you'd worked at before
they said you kept fainting from hunger and they got tired of picking you off the floor
wanted to get to know you, but you wouldn't take my help
you were busy waiting for your prince to come, you were busy waiting to be held
and I thought you were vain
and I thought you were weak
and I thought that you were stuck up
'cause you wouldn't ever speak to me
the last time that I saw you was the night before you left
and you were sweet as honeydew, said you were moving south and starting fresh
and I can respect that 'cause, y'know I've been wanting that for years
and I don't hope that you get what you want, but I hope you learn to dry your tears
'cause honey, don't you know that men won't save you anymore
and if you want safe harbor, you're better off on your own shores
and I'm not telling you to stay, 'cause I know after so many mistakes
you're better off just throwing it all away
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7. |
Sense the Rain
02:06
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feminist killjoy still breaks herself over unworthy boys
thinks herself a marksman, never knew the poise
I knew what you would do, so why am I so sad?
I can sense the rain, but I didn't know it'd storm so bad
stupid baby knows stoves are hot, grabs the coils anyway
terrified of needles, plays with rattlesnakes
what I felt in the marrow of my bones finally came to pass
I can sense the rain, but I didn't know it'd storm so bad
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8. |
Summer Clothes
03:38
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did you ever wear your hoodie after I returned it?
did you notice strands of my hair, or my scent?
I think you didn't
and I feel like a creep for needing to say this much
you don't know about the torches that I keep and it's been months
but you're staring into diamond eyes
every night for all I know
I'm just sad that I never got to see you
in your summer clothes
now you're coming home, but only for a u-haul
gone to stay with that girl you met up in the northwest, 'cause that's how fast you fall
and I'm not bummed out at all
and by all means, go follow your crazy fucking dreams
but before you leave again, there's one thing that I need
I'm sorry but my hands are tied, and I've tried
lord knows
but you took my heart with you
packed it up with your summer clothes
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