another lockdown demo! 

welcome home 

i ride the bus with a new sense of purpose 
i take care of my body now 
buy fresh flowers 
read for hours 
and i cant tell you how 
long i have waited 
to be emancipated 
i am a woman, a creature 
an object to shine 
but i like it better when

the only reflection in the mirror is my own
stay up late burn my hand on the stove 
and when i cry under covers 
and dream of past lovers 
the whole place sings to me 
she says welcome home 

i miss my mother 
i talk to her often 
she likes to see that i'm getting out 
we share wine 
down the telephone line 
and i tell her how i'm living now 
alone in my room
with just my own point of view 
i am a woman, a creature an object to shine 
but i like it better when 

the only reflection in the mirror is my own
stay up late burn my hand on the stove 
and when i cry under covers 
and dream of past lovers 
the whole place sings to me 
she says welcome home 

welcome home

Welcome Home

Weapon

a terrible demo I made on the 2nd of November 2020

Lyrics: 

We had cocktails on my birthday 
And we said goodnight 
At 9pm on a Thursday night 
I went home and cried 

And I drank til midnight with my best friend 
And she tried her best but she didn’t understand 

The lights are so cold 
The city breaks my bones
And I don’t need anything 
Or anyone but I’m so alone  
And when I fall asleep 
To the noise from the street 
I think of you
Smoking a cigarette 
Throwing your head back 
Filtered in blue 
Film reel of you 
Film reel of you 

And if I wait long enough 
I know I’ll find a better love 
But it’s hard these days 
To be moved 

Cos I ran to the city when I was 17 
But I still can’t get the hang of holding onto anything 

The lights are so cold 
The city breaks my bones 
And I don’t need anything or anyone 
But I’m so alone 
And when I fall asleep 
To the noise from the street 
I think of you 
Smoking a cigarette 
Throwing your head back 
Filtered in blue 
A film reel of you 

And I thought I had you I know I did 
Talking crazy to all my friends 
But now I picture you 
In my living room 
Looking for attention you can’t get anywhere else 
Now isn’t that romance 

We had cocktails on my birthday 
And we said goodbye 
At 8pm on a Thursday night 
I went home and cried 
And I drank with my best friend til we laughed ourselves to sleep 
And I realized you’ll never know that side of me

Filtered In Blue

a place to put all of my terrible GarageBand demos

Velma