i feel more myself
sitting on your shelf
in the dark
you can make a mess of me
cut me up and watch me bleed
in the kitchen sink
spit me out or swallow me whole
choking up, i'm stuck in your throat
you never did like the taste
whenever you said my name
on your bed we lie
you close the shades so i can't see
the light
no one knows that we exist
separate bodies, glued together
something makeshift
tear the pages out from the notebook
you wrote down every single thing that you felt
i'll find the guts to go home
you never were the type to kiss and tell
Chamber pop with lyrics that are alternately wry and confessional, Oropendola creates whole worlds built on purposeful keyboard melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 2, 2023