the flowers
we kill them
when we pick them
why can’t we just watch
a life grow unbothered
well i know i could barely watch
it’s the ones who touch the sun who we lose first
it’s the ones who touch the sun that leave us to bloom alone
it waits inside me now
the presence of your loss growing
a garden i have to tend
before it gets out of control
and so i know you’re close
oh oh, i know you’re close
goodnight moon, i miss you.
i’ve been looking out our window like we used to.
now i’m growing old without you, but i still feel your pull.
you knew before us cuz you watched all your petals fall.
and i saw at the end.
supported by 5 fans who also own “A Book About Bad Luck”
There's still people writing letters with feathers. I could write novels and letter excerpts about the hope of humanity to this. Coordinates of words seeping from the wind. _nliketheletter
A new track from Pretty Matty finds the band in top form, delivering clean yet crunchy hook-laden power pop with trademark high energy. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 25, 2020