Don't wanna open my eyes. The shadows take the shape of some one that I knew before. But I don't want to know him. Push me. Pull me. Rip me to shreds. I'm still breathing. Some wounds don't heal over time. You just get used to them.
Don't want to think about it. I'll forget what I'm doing. Wiping blood up off of the floor with a dirty towel. Disinfectant, alcohol, and bleach. I'm still breathing. Some wounds don't heal over time. You just get used to them.
I'm scared of what's in my head, and the places my mind goes when I'm alone. I know I'm hanging by a thread above a notion that could swallow me whole.
Don't want to fall so far down that I lose myself. Crushed beneath a pile of drugs and diagnosis. Strung out, vacant, and sick. I'm still breathing. Some wounds don't heal over time. You just get used to them.
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All of Pat the Bunny's music is worth checking out. I have a lot of memories tied to these songs. He's an incredibly talented artist and hugely inspiring. Listen to his older music too! stevenrf7
The second EP from Northern Irish singer-songwriter Bea Stewart runs from gentle folk to pillowy pop ballads, all perfectly executed. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 15, 2024