Life's a phenom who doesn't know her purpose
Arraigned, arrived alone
Holes in her sneakers, a kettle on the burner
And she's thinking about Bushwick Boulevard
And time sits still for her again
Her pocketbook and a fountain pen
Unwilling but not overly upset
She likes girls, hates Percocet
She sits on the bleachers, watch the sun go down
A Happy Cleaners business card
Overreaching could be her greatest fear
But she's gotta make some new friends here somehow
And space breathes out around her again
Her collar's short and her cuffs are trim
Thinking over her earthly place
She's in love, but she hides her face
But she's given all she's got
Every why to every what
And she don't know what she's done
When she's all tried up
credits
from Sometimes,
released November 18, 2018
vocals, electric guitar