Track 4 of 6 track EP, Things the Sun Ate. Written, sung, and self-produced. Pending release to all platforms Dug it up Wrote it down Put the moon first Put the mood first It’s a hunger mistaken Bitter fruit, biting for bruises Beggars can’t be choosers And I lost it all when I cried over you And I lost it all when I cried over you It’s an art when the heart is starved Hypnotized by the rhythm Sweet home in the pattern Pulling me in like skin, inhaling me Inhabiting the whistling of the wind To the ghost that keep calling The glimpse in the corner of my vision It runs deep Tapping the glass to no reaction Prisoner who can’t see the bars They wish to haunt me, but I won’t let them Tapping outside the window, knocking on the door The creak of the floor The silhouettes, laughter echoing down the hall Scaled my brain Heavy in the arms Scaled my heavy heart so heavy heart Yes and no, it’s true I’m unmoved Cold hearted compared to you I didn’t come to this consciously, no I was lead to it By the closed doors To choose life I am a bitter fruit amongst vegetables and the half-eaten In the garden catching rain in the palms of my hands Safe from where the world is sick, sad, and cruel What can you do buried in life Scales of the balance The heart and the brain Passion and the pain The maudlin chasm expanding and opening Captive to the racing Hair raising Hypnotized by the rhythm Sweet home in the pattern Pulling me in like skin, inhaling me Inhabiting the whistling of the wind To the ghost that keep calling The glimpse in the corner of my vision It runs deep Talking to myself so I never confide To realize the mask, I can’t take off My head is in the cloudsmore