stuck demo

I write songs like Polaroids - between slow mornings and sleepless nights, I write in fragments - a laugh caught on the phone, the smell of oranges, waves I still ride in my head. My songs live in the spaces between what I say and what I leave unsaid. Sometimes I’m dressed in my favourite necklace, sometimes I’m hiding under a long sleeve. I collect moments like they might keep me warm - breakfasts on the table, moonlight through the window - and maybe, if you listen closely, you’ll hear the ones I couldn’t keep, behind for you to find.

Self-produced, always open to feedback and criticism.

stuck demo

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