Lyrics: Nora Griffiths
Music: Nora Griffiths
Last year i held still, hidden in stagnation
Evoked by pieces i need to cut out
Cave under her standards, i don’t mind
Able to hold a lie until i’m talking too loud
Will you feel ashamed when you see me
If i make my wounds apparent
I’m not the kid you want
And i’m more than you deserve
Contort me into something else
So it’s easy on your stomach
I’ll dream of intent to rip the insides out
Please don’t take this away
A distressed, enduring wonder
Dispelled as it yearns for a shred of doubt
Will you feel ashamed when you see me
If i make my wounds apparent
I’m not the kid you want
And i’m more than you deserve
Contort me into something else
So it’s easy on your stomach
I’ll dream of intent to rip the insides out
I scream things that define me
Things you hate to hear
I miss that kind of support
I’m running towards you, please turn back
Recollection washed in somers trees
But i can’t hold out much longer