i'm bordered by graphite
it's getting on my skin

i'm not your gun
i caught the middle light at the end of time

stalking net that finds me stray 
and puts me down for mange

cans caught on the call night; they fill me up 

fire on the end cap
makeshift filler failing to the bag the gaps

insects crawling through the gaps 
that solder both my eyes closed

halogen

music video: https://youtu.be/CyFUlA_qQ3Q?si=oefwFinVOnfvXPDV
mastered by @alexanderpanos

I think part of me died too
yeah I sink when I swim

and part of me wants to
drown in this world without you

but I can't find the rhyme
the reason's what's getting me

and I can't find the line
I'm lost and it's dark out

and i'm scared that i'm not scared
and i'm scared that the nicotine's helping
and i'm scared you might see it too

well, do you?

I think part of me likes to
walk the thin ice

I wish I was still with you
now i'm tearing at the straws

but I can't find the rhyme
the reason's what's getting me

and I can't find the line
I'm lost and it's dark out

and i'm scared that i'm not scared
and i'm scared that the nicotine's helping
and i'm scared you might see it too

and i'm scared that i'm not scared (your combination i've never seen)
and i'm scared that the nicotine's helping (your combination i've never seen)
and i'm scared you might see it too (your combination i've never seen)

well, do you?

not scared

A Mile Above New York

Cherry Tree

A sparse, emotional indie folk song about parenting, presence, and restraint. All parts written, performed, and recorded by me—except the phrase "I walk but don't lead," which was generated by ChatGPT.

© 2025 Jordan Seal

Lyrics:

Staring at your feet
Bandages on both your knees
Rivers on your cheeks aren’t yet dry
It hurts me to be watching ringside

You stumble and dart
Balancing a heavy heart
Close to the rocks, and capsize
I am standing in the white caps when you cry

I grasp but don’t reach
Reaching would just turn you into me
My talk, it won’t teach
So I smile through gritted teeth

You look back
I lock on
I’m not gonna pick you up
I wrestle
The right wrongs
I’m not gonna pick you up
But oh, my heart is aching when I
Let you feel this way
Watching a mirror break
Watching a mirror break

You don’t wanna talk
So we wander in the fog
And I catch a cloud in my eyes
I hold it until you spy
The first patch of blue sky

I walk but don't lead
You won't get far following me
Your path, I won't see
'Til I blink and let you be

You look back
I lock on
I’m not gonna pick you up
I wrestle
The right wrongs
I’m not gonna pick you up
But oh, my heart is aching when I
Let you feel this way
Watching a mirror break
Watching a mirror break

Watching a Mirror Break

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I write and record music in the quiet hours — songs about change, memory, and the strange beauty of everyday life. Indie folk shaped by late nights and flickers of meaning.

New tracks tagged #Bedroom Folk