Been so lss with this song after seeing Rose's cover. 

instrumental used: https://youtu.be/KEmdnkGKbXU

slowdancinginaburningroom (cover)

https://open.spotify.com/album/6UuHpgOM9CzMLWWmmKF6MT?si=JUFr9caTTImKzubfyLenqw

DON'T Prod by Matthew May

Listen to Don't studio version: https://ditto.fm/dont-cath-nacional

DONT Prod. by Matthew May PREMIX Version

DITO (Demo)

don’t (acoustic instrumental)—arranged and played by kyle. too good to stay in the files.

don't - acoustic instrumental

Backseat

I am sat at the backseat
Watching it unfold
Snacking on the praises
And many lies Im told
I guess Ill never know
The way this car is going
Im not the one behind the wheel
I dont know where
The end of the road is
Whats the destination
Will I make it there in time at this pace
Will it slow down
And stop right before
The turn that leads
To something more

Its a lonely ride to nowhere
Where the streets are quiet
And the cold air is telling me
That I shouldnt be
Aiming for the heights that I couldnt reach
So I say a little prayer fore I go
Make a list of the things that I know Ill need
To get there to get there

I am sat at the backseat
Watching it unfold
Snacking on the praises
And many lies Im told
I guess Ill never know
The way this car is going
Im not the one behind the wheel
I dont know where
The end of the road is
Whats the destination
Will I make it there in time at this pace
Will it slow down
And stop right before
The turn that leads
To something more

And the headlights fade behind me
While the night keeps pressing on
Every mile feels like a memory
Of a place I dont belong in
But I keep my hope beside me
Like a map I cannot read
Trust that the wheels will take me further
Than the doubts I used to keep

The wheels will turn the days will show
A path I never thought Id find
It takes the letting go to know
The journeys been a friend of mine

I am sat at the backseat
Watching it unfold
Snacking on the praises
And many lies Im told
I guess Ill never know
The way this car is going
Im not the one behind the wheel
I dont know where
The end of the road is
Whats the destination
Will I make it there in time at this pace
Will it slow down
And stop right before
The turn that leads
To something more

backseat (unreleased)

Bottle To Shore

Wide is the ocean    
And I feared that tide 
will pull me through  
While locked in a breakable glass    
With a story painted blue    
From all of the pain 
and the crying  
And breaking apart 
I have grown tired of trying 
of picking me up  
Just to learn to ride the waves again  
And pretend I understand 
the course of the sea  

I knew that I'd drown  
And it wasn't a new thing to me  
Been sailing alone 
I have learned to let go 
of even air to breathe  

In the middle of the ocean 
with salt on my skin  
The sky on my shoulder 
and the light that it brings  
I finally see ahead 
a glimpse of shore from where I stand  
It doesn't feel empty anymore  
To be a message in a bottle  
Swimming my way to the shore

bottle to shore (unreleased)

Pretty Privilege

Not too pretty to have the pretty privilege
Not too skinny to fit in clothes the models wear
Hips too big to fit the jeans
Couldnt find whats flattering
Still I leave it on

Hide in photos trade the moments
When I felt seen I wish I wasn’t
Trying hard to impress a crowd
Cant say something that aint too loud
You're too easy a bit too kind
You can't win wars with just your mind
Dont choose peace its not a prize
For shaping yourself a certain type

Dress in armor and brace for the fall
Youll crumble soon if you stand too tall
Find the scissors to cut some parts
If you weigh less maybe thats an art

Blame it on society
Blame it on the eyes that see

Not too pretty to have the pretty privilege
Not too skinny to fit in clothes the models wear
Hips too big to fit the jeans
Couldnt find whats flattering
Still I leave it on

Counting calories count my sins
Mirror talks where the lights look thin
Wishing bones could speak instead
Of the words that are in my head
Pull the curtains hide from the stage
Tear the lines from another page

If perfections the final role
Then I will bleed just to play it whole
Count the hours and play the game
Every win still feels the same
Chasing love through a broken frame
Still the mirror forgets my name

Blame it on society
Blame it on the eyes that see

That youre not pretty enough to be effortless
Not too skinny to feel invisible
Every mirror writes a different truth
Every shadow reminds me of what I knew

That Im not pretty to have the pretty privilege
Not too skinny to fit in clothes the models wear
Hips too big to fit the jeans
Couldnt find whats flattering
Still I leave it on

pretty privilege (unreleased)

laps

you bought me butterflies, i pinned them to my hair
i slipped a candle on your cake, pretending not to care
you drove me home, the streetlights followed us like eyes
you spoke in circles, i believed them for a while

funny how your dog keeps missing me
but we both know it’s you underneath
you reached for my hand, and i didn’t pull away
i almost leaned when the moment asked me to stay

how many laps can we run,
around the words we never touch?
you left the track, i’m still here,
breathing heavy, wearing out my lungs.
we could’ve been, but we just weren’t,
you promised hold, and let it burn—
i’m a leaver, but this time you outran me first.

you’d send me coffee just to stake another claim
a picture here, a picture there, routines that never change
i told you i don’t stay, i never last the mile
but you swore you’d hold, and i trust for a while

every lap around the town, i trace you still
your shadow's where the pavement bends downhill
you asked for hugs, didn't want more
silence built a fence we've never crossed before

how many laps can we run,
around the words we never touch?
you left the track, i’m still here,
breathing heavy, wearing out my lungs.
we could’ve been, but we just weren’t,
you promised hold, but let it burn
i’m a leaver, but this time you outran me first.

maybe all we had was weather
passing storms and scattered skies
thought that you would stay for better
you left me laced in butterflies

and i’m still running circles,
while you’re already gone.
i thought i would leave first
but you proved me wrong

how many laps can we run,
around the words we never touch?
you left the track, i’m still here,
breathing heavy, wearing out my lungs.
we could’ve been, but we just weren’t,
you promised hold, but let it burn
i’m a leaver, but this time you outran me first.

Cath Nacional

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