You said “trust me”, so I did.
Every favor turned to skin.
I said yes to keep the peace,
till the peace began to win.

You drew lines I learned to blur,
called it love when it started to hurt.
You said “don’t lose yourself in me”,
and I thought that was the point.

I’m liquid mind, I’m mercy made,
I flow through hands that never stayed.
Each yes a wave that pulled me low,
I’m what’s left when I let go.
I’m pretty when I panic,
soft when I should break
a prayer that keeps repeating
for my own mistake.

You said calm down, I turned to glass.
Reflection blurred, it let you pass.
You said, “this isn’t love, it’s care,”
but it’s hard to breathe in someone’s air.

Now silence sounds like being good,
obedience like understood.
If drowning looks divine enough,
does it still count as blood?

I’m liquid mind, I’m mercy made,
I flow through hands that never stayed.
Each yes a wave that pulled me low,
I’m what’s left when I let go.
I’m pretty when I panic,
soft when I should break
a prayer that keeps repeating
for my own mistake.

I asked the mirror for a sign,
it whispered back, “you’re almost mine.”
The water hums, it sounds like trust
but trust, it fills your lungs with dust.

I’m liquid mind, I’m mercy made,
I flow through hands that never stayed.
Each yes a wave that pulled me low,
I’m what’s left when I let go.
I’m pretty when I panic,
soft when I should break
a prayer that keeps repeating
for my own mistake.

Anamorphosis

Pretty When I Panic

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"Anamorphosis" out november 1st

Pretty When I Panic

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