Maggie Geeslin's Album

the window song

blu (demo)

*photo by miranda langevin*

pillow’s flattened your hair again
you should just sleep on a curling iron
so you can float down the stairs tomorrow
in the morning
and be the universe’s present
wrapped up with a bow, make the hallway glow

even though we’re alone
on the 25th
we both know there’s nothing in the world i wouldn’t give 
to yank you out my 2d screen
and hold you by the christmas tree
 
baby if you get cold
ill put all my weight on your chest
and sink you to the core
of the earth’s ribcage, rid of you of that dispossessed
feeling that i feel
every time we say goodbye
every time you cry
i feel your teardrops meeting mine

even though we’re alone
on the 25th
we both know there’s nothing in the world i wouldn’t give 
to yank you out my 2d screen
and hold you by the christmas tree

alone on the 25th

summer time’s 12 weeks out
and furniture’s all i can think about
you say you got the bedstand blues 
sunny d, i know the feeling
ill crawl to you to pull down our shades

when you’re cramped up organizing paper stamps
i love your hands the way they move
ill try my best to make a rest stop on the way home
but all the lights are working against me today

all the lights are working against me today

Pink Eye

lyrics:
it’s as if you bought, you took, you squandered 
my love
all my love
from me

i wake up thinking about placements
i wake up ignoring day shifts
you’re pulling me back
there's smoke in the air
we’re playing pretend
making friends with the dead

how you had never known
i'd been losing control

and we tried the void and we weighed the noise
and i knew
it's so crystal
i long for you 

i have nothing to say no

let her touch down
let her touch down

that's why i got my hands in the air (yeah)
that's why i got my hands in the air (hey)
that's why i got my hands in the air
that's why

that’s why i keep my hands like that
wanna talk trash i was boutta write back
i dont even know you but its game, set, match  
i dont know myself i been tryna reach that

weaker now i need that attitude
simply feeling scared to act the fool
running fingers through your hair
im addicted to the texture & it's scent

feisty at 19 not winning 
told me you're searching in sonnets
i was trying find my head within a cheque
admitting to my father i was depressed

i don’t know what i want
stressing the weight of it all
i don't know what you want
you think im too alone today, tonight

doing drugs on the porch out front your house 
pressure rise and im weeping in your house
i adore when you're telling me about
all the colour out here

i was here dreaming
grasping for feeling
why would envelope my heart 	

circling like your diamond rings
can't afford you michelin
pick your poison, we can spin
the rare silence comforting  

are you being honest with yourself?
can you find strength for confrontation?

alone on the 25th

Harry Teardrop