Imagination

iS iT ME?

Song Description
A quiet gut-punch about loss, loneliness, and self-reflection this song sits in the space between grief and accountability. It questions why every loved one becomes a memory, blurring the line between fate and self-sabotage, and ends with wondering if the common thread in all these goodbyes might be himself.

HOOK
Why everybody that I love turn into flashbacks?
Why every laugh that we shared feel like a last track?
Why every table that was full got an empty seat?
Why do I toast to the air when it’s time to eat?

Cards on the floor, I just stare at how they fell,
Can’t tell if life shufflin’ crooked or I dealt it myself.
When the smoke clears and it’s only my shadow with me,
I keep starin’ at the mirror like, “Is it really me?”

VERSE
I got ghosts in my call log, numbers I can't dial,
Names saved with a heart turnin' into "last time."
Group chat turned shrine, all the blue bubbles dry,
We was laughin' 'bout forever, now I text the sky.

I see your mom at the store, wearin' that brave face,
Sayin' "baby, you okay?" I feel my chest cave.
I say "yeah, I'm doin' fine," let the lie float free,
’Cause if pain had a voice, it would sound like me.

I still set an extra plate like you runnin' late,
Talk loud to the empty chair just to fill the space.
Play your song in the car, let the bass hit grief,
Every bar that you liked hit different on repeat.

Some left in a flash, some faded like ink,
Some chose a new road, never turned, never blinked.
Every farewell got my fingerprint in the scene,
So when the smoke clears, I keep askin' what it means—"Is it me?"

HOOK
Why everybody that I love turn into flashbacks?
Why every laugh that we shared feel like a last track?
Why every table that was full got an empty seat?
Why do I toast to the air when it’s time to eat?

Cards on the floor, I just stare at how they fell,
Can’t tell if life shufflin’ crooked or I dealt it myself.
When the smoke clears and it’s only my shadow with me,
I keep starin’ at the mirror like, “Is it really me?”

VERSE
Maybe I push 'em away when I'm pullin' 'em close,
Maybe I joke too hard when I'm really that broke.
Maybe I shut down first when the weather get rough,
Put my phone on "ghost mode," call it self-love.

Maybe I cancel plans ’cause the couch feel safe,
Maybe I never say "stay" ’til it's too damn late.
Maybe pride in my chest like a padlocked gate,
Sayin' "I'll hit you tomorrow," then tomorrow came.

I count backs that I watched while the doorframe shook,
Like a lesson that life keep re-readin' me the book.
Every chapter got a name that I still don't speak,
Every margin full of "should'ves" written crooked and deep.

If the common thread's me, then I gotta unweave,
Learn to show what I feel, not just what I tweet.
So I light one candle for the ones I can't reach,
Tryna forgive life for the rest and forgive me.

HOOK
Why everybody that I love turn into flashbacks?
Why every laugh that we shared feel like a last track?
Why every table that was full got an empty seat?
Why do I toast to the air when it’s time to eat?

Cards on the floor, I just stare at how they fell,
Can’t tell if life shufflin’ crooked or I dealt it myself.
When the smoke clears and it’s only my shadow with me,
I keep starin’ at the mirror like, “Is it really me?”

iS iT ME

ROADRUNNER
the title track from ROADRUNNER

I wrote ROADRUNNER for the moment when the whole chase finally collapses. It is that brutal, clarifying realization that the thing you have been sprinting from — the fear, the ache, the version of you you did not want to meet — has been running inside your own body the entire time. This is where the truth lands: you cannot outrun your own feet. And maybe you never needed to.

In the world of ROADRUNNER, this is the breakthrough. It is the penultimate moment. It is the instant where agency stops being theoretical and becomes lived. The runner stops looking over their shoulder and finally looks inward, seeing that the monster in the dark was only a confused and exhausted version of themselves asking to be acknowledged. This track represents the thesis in motion, acceptance as rebellion, and self-recognition as the finish line you did not realize you were racing toward.

Sonically, it should feel like running downhill too fast to stop until the moment clarity hits and you realize the only thing guiding you home is your own pulse.

(from the album ROADRUNNER, a spiritual pop experimental collection about ego death, emotional reckoning, and the long sprint toward self-acceptance.)

ROADRUNNER - demo

1. Cavalier Freeverse (Prod. Cavalier)
2. Six Feet Up (feat. JVOTI) (Prod. Jinzo the Trap Lord)
3. White (feat. JVOTI)
4. Chemognosticism (Prod.downloadr)
5. One in a Million (feat. JVOTI)
6. Transparent to Me
7. Lie to Me
8. The Sun Has Set
9. Never Satisfied
10. Strongest at Night
11. FREEDAHM Freeverse (feat. PROJEK & JVOTI) (Prod. WondaGurl)

Six Feet Up (feat. Had) (Prod. Jinzo The Trap Lord)

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No Show (feat. T. Reese)

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Self-Produced, 
Female vocals and piano by Sophie Wiegel.
Originally by Matt Burton

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First single off my upcoming album "Scatterbrained" coming January 2018. Available everywhere

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