I hold my own hand by instinct, afraid of what I'll become
Physically I'm real, beyond that I'm not too sure
I remember summer 17, that time I became the sea
A sprawling expanse of beauty, that escapes your grasp when you try to hold me
And I don't feel to sure, that I deserve your hand in the mutually assured destruction of what ever self worth we have left
Hold me tight
Claw my skin
Mutilate me
Hold me tight
Claw my skin
Mutilate
Mutilate
I am what the people around me make of me, whatever that may be
Too me I see a girl who sold herself, her soul, to the highest bidder
So gift me to Sensation for them to do with as they please
To stop me from thinking I hate fucking thinking
Gift me to Sleepless Night
Please lord make me clean
Wash away the filth that gives me shape
Gift me to stomach ache
Please lord make me clean
Wash away the filth that gives me shape
Gift me to stomach ache
Hold me tight
Claw my skin
Mutilate me
I don't care if it hurts, i need it to hurt
Mutilate me
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Irish singer-songwriter takes a maximalist, yet intimate, approach to bedroom pop, translating inner dialogue into vast, warm soundscapes. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2022