headphone music. layers. produced + written by me.

rob my bones
thieve my cells
sell my skin
use me well

this mass of matter
serves one purpose
and i don’t matter
i deserve this
you must have been hurt 
to be this heartless
no one has shown you
from your darkness
can only love 
me for my uses
you’ve learned to love 
all of your bruises

in your mind
my body’s yours
nothing much
and nothing more

this mass of matter
serves one purpose
and i don’t matter
i deserve this
you must have been hurt 
to be this heartless
no one has shown you
from your darkness
can't only love 
me for my uses
you learn to love 
me for my bruises

matter

- headphones required -

A rather analytical twenty-something who enjoys expunging her thoughts in the form of compositions and covers alike, start to finish, at 2 in the morning. Sound: melodic, flowing and lyrical; favouring ambiance, sensuality and sass. Feel free to listen and show love.

Formal Inquiries:
jessica.p.metcalfe@gmail.com

matter

jpm