Feeling really scared, why don’t you hold me?
I just spent all of my energy
Chasing after ghosts in the night
Wondering if they are alright
Images of the past
Neither forgotten or undone
Looked at with fragile eyes
I am a fiction
Like a sci-fi fiction
A pile of old ambitions
A pile of old ambitions
I am a fiction
Like a sci-fi fiction
A pile of old ambitions
A pile of old ambitions
Gentle, like most flowers I’ve ever seen
Like the ones invoked by memory
Like the silks that makes my skin
Bespoke its own fragility
I will say what I want
I want everything, everything I
Have lost in the ash, I
Have lost in the ash
I will say what I want
I want everything, everything I
Have lost in the ash, I
Have lost in the ash
I am a fiction
Like a sci-fi fiction
A pile of old ambitions
A pile of old ambitions
I am a fiction
Like a sci-fi fiction
A pile of old ambitions
A pile of old ambitions
I am a fiction
Like a sci-fi fiction
A pile of old ambitions
A pile of old ambitions
I am a fiction
Like a sci-fi fiction
A pile of old ambitions
A pile of old ambitions
I am a fiction
Like a sci-fi fiction
A pile of old ambitions
A pile of old ambitions
I am a fiction
Like a sci-fi fiction
A pile of old ambitions
A pile of old ambitions
I am a fiction
Like a sci-fi fiction
A pile of old ambitions
A pile of old ambitions
credits
from Things are sinking in,
released January 1, 2021
Written, performed, mixed, and produced by pseudo-antigone