Written by Maria Mihailik
Recorded and produced by Billy Ward
Gabriel Pearcey on guitar

Lyrics:
Constant stranger, where you going?
How'd you get inside my head?
It's not the way the wind is blowing
That has turned my face so red

You knew me once, it's been so long
Thought we'd finally get along
Leave those tired pages behind
Guess they still flip through my mind
Looking up meekly at you
Scared of what you're gonna do
All those things I learned and made
Start to feel like a charade
Start to feel like a charade
Start to feel like a charade

Sharpest talker, are you listening?
To the nothings that I speak
Trying to drown out all the whispering
Of the answers that I seek

I know we'll never talk it through
'Cause heart to hearts don't work with you
Leave those tired pages alone
Tread lightly on the telephone
Don't let the tired pages win
And let you climb under my skin
With all I've chased out of that place
Why cant we just stand face to face?
Why can't we just stand face to face?
Can't we just stand face to face?

I know we'll never talk it through
'Cause heart to hearts don't work with you
Leave those tired pages alone
Tread lightly on the telephone
Don't let the tired pages win
And let you climb under my skin
With all I've chased out of that place
Why cant we just stand face to face?
Why can't we just stand face to face?
Can't we just stand face to face?

Constant Stranger (demo)

Written by Maria Mihailik
Recorded and produced by Alex Wonderland
Gabriel Pearcey on guitar
Rachel Foster on keys

Lyrics:
Maybe I'll lay down in this room a little longer
And wonder why the walls are made of stone
I'll hear a sound and lock the door a little stronger
Then wonder why the hell I'm all alone

Maybe I'll clutch the rattling box a little tighter
Maybe I'll watch the clock until the day goes by
Back in the morning out the window it was brighter
Hiding away from me, I sit and wonder why

I didn't make it, ma       
Didn't go out and stand the test
Can't even say I tried my best
I just can't shake it, ma

Batted the odds out of my way
I think I let them slip away
I didn't make it 
I didn't make it
I didn't make it

Up on my shelf there is a dried up wreath of flowers
Awkward and lopsided, they stick out halfway formed     
Twiddle them round my clumsy fingers for an hour
Set them aside next to the drink that's getting warm

Draining the promises till all the cups lay empty                             
Staining the pages I keep scrubbing out anew
Turning my head, I try to let myself down gently
Beaten dead horses scrawled in shades of black and blue

I didn't make it, ma       
Didn't go out and stand the test
Can't even say I tried my best
I just can't shake it, ma

Batted the odds out of my way
I think I let them slip away
I didn't make it 
I didn't make it
I didn't make it

They say it never rains in southern California
Crowds in the airports full of dreams returning home
Sweating and blushing in a self effacing sauna
Barren old forests full of stumps that didn't grow


I didn't make it, ma       
Didn't go out and stand the test
Can't even say I tried my best
I just can't shake it, ma

Batted the odds out of my way
I think I let them slip away
I didn't make it 
I didn't make it
I didn't make it



Didn't Make It

19 year old folk pop singer songwriter based in South London
https://linktr.ee/maria.mihailik

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