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Crystal Ball
03:02
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Those beliefs, they grow in the darkness
What does it mean? I try to describe
It’s a tingling through my fingers
A little bit like my body wakes up
A sliver of light growing inch by inch,
It surprised me more than I care to admit
When I’m weak, tired, unglued
I need a steady hand
To please catch, but if I fall through
You’ll be my place to land
Tell me- what am I to you?
I’ll never know until
If it’s just me, I’m never so good at it
You are a tree, you’re grounded all by yourself
But the tingling in my fingers
It’s taking its toll without much notice
A sliver of light growing inch by inch
It’s not what I want, it’s just what I get
When I’m weak, tired, unglued
I need a steady hand
To please catch, but if I fall through
You’ll be my place to land
Tell me- what am I to you?
I’ll never know until
Can I keep it from being bad
As bad as I thought?
I will hold on
I’ll swear to god
But I need to know just where you need me to be
I’ll swear to god
I don’t know
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Merchandiser
03:40
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Used to be a toy crane game, with parts of me kept on display
And I kept the walls of glass so clean, when you couldn’t access me,
you just couldn’t believe it
I was never focused on what I gave up, the only point for me
I wanted to see how much you’d pay every time you chose to play
But it was never enough
The price at which I will transact
It never stays the same for me, so I- I retract
And put your change away,
No more math
Now I go
Fuck it, I wanna give it away
The settings all kept just so on my low-tension claw
And though you know you wanted it
You could never get your grip around
Conditional love
I’ll extract lemons out of lemonade
What a sad maneuver
What I kept close to the vest
Wanna get it off my chest
And I think that’s enough
Was never truly in the black
I used to laugh when you went broke, but I take it back
And I don’t believe anymore- it’ll feel like giving in when I say
Fuck it, I wanna give it away
What it cost in the end
An arm, a leg and the rest of me
Until there’s nothing left to keep for myself
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