Rolled up outside a little early, you wondered why for all this chill you had, you weren't cold. It felt deeper down that usual.
I wish you'd tell me what you thought that felt like, when you saw something outside of here.
"Come inside," I said to you, as you walked into my kitchen shivering.
I turned the heater up to ten, you made me tea, I made the bed as best I could, considering the lights were off. I decided I should take the couch.
Figures falling loudly, laughing about pain. Chemically speaking, I've learned it's all the same. The way stole my sweater told me telling things, unless I mistook future thoughts for ignorance.
Australian multi-instrumentalist Nick Griffith tempers luxuriant yacht-pop arrangements with lo-fi touches across the sunny "7am." Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 1, 2020