pretty girls (demo)

Pretty Girls

grey stained hands 

i didn’t ask to be devoured 
only prayed to be adored
but if that’s asking too much 
can you just hold my waist until i tell you to let go? 

the one thing i know about love 
it never stings as sweet as you remember 
it’s like burning your hand on the grill 
and then holding your fingers there 

but the more that i know you the less i like you 
you keeping pushing your hands down your throat just to spit up spite 
when you think you’ve said something too nice 
you cannot keep the grave within you down, you keep letting death spill out of your mouth 
and leave me to clean up the dirt 
i’ve got grey stained hands 
I’ve got grave stained hands 

and your insults they draw blood these days 
it’s like you’ve learnt me just to know where to press your thumbs 
til i come undone 
and then worship your apologies 

and now every move i make i seem to second guess
friction burn red and raw from cards held too close to my chest 

because the more that i know you the less i like you 
you keeping pushing your hands down your throat just to spit up spite 
when you think you’ve said something too nice 
you cannot keep the grave within you down, you keep letting death spill out of your mouth 
and leave me to clean up the dirt 
i’ve got grey stained hands 
i’ve got grave stained hands 

maybe i never knew you 
or maybe i knew you too well 
maybe it hurts just a little more to hold you
than it would to let go x4

because the more that i know you the less i like you 
you keeping pushing your fingers down your throat just to spit up spite 
when you think you’ve said something too nice 
you cannot keep the grave within you down, you keep letting death spill out of your mouth 
and leave me to clean up the dirt 
ive got grey stained hands 
i've got grave stained hands

grey stained hands

coward 

i’ve got neck ache from looking up at you looking down on me
put up with bruises and scrapes 
voice like landing on concrete 

tryna warm my hands with the embers 
you are sunburn in december 

now it’s two times too many that i’ve cried in the taxi on the way home 
and your guilt has teeth in me and i think you’ll keep pushing til you hit bone 
this game you were playing i’ve lost 
too many lines that i’ve let myself cross
for a woman who tested the waters and left me to drown in the waves 
just a coward by a prettier name 

and i may have been a fool 
thinking i was worth the wait 
learnt all your drunken serenades 
but now i don’t believe a word you say 

twisted my thoughts round your thumbs 
left me apologising blinkered and numb 

now it’s two times too many that i’ve cried in the taxi on the way home 
and your guilt has teeth in me and i think you’ll keep pushing til you hit bone 
this game you were playing i’ve lost 
too many lines that i’ve let myself cross
for a woman who tested the waters and left me to drown in the waves 
just a coward by a prettier name 

and i know that u had left months ago 
left me stranded and dizzy in vertigo 
and the hold you had on me 
sometimes i can’t speak 
so i’ll just stay in silence where you left me 
bus stop and street lamps for company 

now it’s two times too many that i’ve cried in the taxi on the way home 
and you’ve sunk your teeth in me and i think you’ll keep pushing til you hit bone 

now it’s two times too many that i’ve cried in the taxi on the way home 
and your guilt has teeth in me and i think you’ll keep pushing til you hit bone 
this game you were playing i’ve lost 
too many lines that i’ve let myself cross
for a woman who tested the waters and left me to drown in the waves 
just a coward by a prettier name

coward

prozac 

my clothes fit better but betray 
my loss my taste for the good days 
appetite is slipping down the drain 
for anything but you 

but you’re no lion lamb or throne 
i cannot live on your bread alone 
and you’d eat me out of house and home 
wouldn’t you? 

maybe i don’t need prozac 
maybe i don’t need you 
maybe i want my life back 
tired of betting on the best of you   
you send me home with empty pockets and open wounds 
so maybe we shouldn’t be friends 

i don’t want you to want me 
i was better off achingly lonely cus 
i’m tired of spending 4ams shoving down my heartache for you 

and baby you’re predictable 
but only cus i’ve learnt you so 
i can fight back your slashes but only cause you flesh wounds

maybe i don’t need prozac 
maybe i don’t need you 
maybe i want my life back 
tired of betting on the best of you   
you send me home with empty pockets and open wounds 
so maybe we shouldn’t be friends 

what’s the point of all this back and forth just to leave with nothing 
spent a year pulling thorns out of my palms just to come right back for more
i wanna pull these feelings out through my throat 
but their claws have dug into my lungs 
pulling you clean could the death of me 

maybe i don’t need prozac 
maybe i don’t need you 
maybe i want my life back 
tired of betting on the best of you   
you send me home with empty pockets and open wounds 
so maybe we shouldn’t be friends

prozac

second place 

morning comes like a warning sign 
red skies and red eyed concussion 
night left me stranded on the pavement
hips bruised with misplaced patience 

and i know its my fault for falling in love with an arsonist 
even whispering your name burns the back of my throat 
your words they singe leave my chest blackened 

and my fingers twist around the ways that it never would’ve worked 
but i still can’t let it slip out of my hands

so i’ll press my fingers into the bruises 
because somewhere in the ache 
there is a flicker of you 
and i can run until i’m spitting up blood, 
tears stinging my face, 
but there’s no consolation prize for second place 

and i’ll kiss someone else 
like i’m clutching at straws 
tryna pull from them 
something that tastes like you 

but their hands don’t move like yours do 
they haven’t memorised how to trace my mistakes 
leave me shaking for heavens sake
if only heaven was true 

and my fingers twist around all the ways that it never would have worked  
but i can’t let it slip out of my hands

so i’ll press my fingers 
into the bruises 
because somewhere in the ache 
there is a flicker of you 
and i can run until i’m spitting up blood, tears stinging my face, 
but there’s no consolation prize 
for second place 

i started to trace what it was that you wanted 
and draw it onto my skin 
but i just ended up looking 
like a bad impression of him x2

so i’ll press my fingers 
into the bruises 
because somewhere in the ache 
there is a flicker of you 
and i can run until i’m spitting up blood, 
tears stinging my face, 
but there’s no consolation prize for second place

second place

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Indie folk artist based in Bath. Lover of Taylor Swift, Carole King, and of leaving it just a little too late to admit how I feel.

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