written and recorded while on security duty.

bandits

finally got my face in the paper
but we're using it for kindling 
put your fingers out to the fire
take all the light in

and i can see your cuticles
naked white crescent moons, revealed
your fingernails are bruised
they handle so much daily abuse

i don't have to ask
we don't have to speak
all information gathered
seeps in to me
through your fine prints
through your scripture
and i didn't even need the ink pad

and i can see your cuticles
naked white crescent moons, revealed
your fingernails are bruised
they handle so much daily abuse

it's hard to go outside
when you know you can turn to ash
it's hard to go outside
when you've seen yourself turn to ash
and flutter up and flutter up
in to who knows where

(special thanks to garageband effects and my fifth grade violin...ya'll always pull through for me)



Bullseye Babies

Origination Story: After

claire kotarski (frankie)