when I close my eyes
I can never seem to find
any kind of peace of mind
I try but I'm laying wide awake
when I close my eyes
somehow I still see the sky
even when my hands are tied
I wear this disguise like a ball and chain
soul sucker, motherfucker got a big girl problem
mind reader, big believer in conspiracy
what's the issue, bitch needs a tissue
'fore she tries to leave a game thats endless
I got a tempest in a teacup for a brain
when I close my eyes
people never leave my mind
even when theyre in my sightline
I never find them, it's never safe
when I close my eyes
nothings ever still or silent
when im feeling wild and violent
its never mine, its my stupid brain
soul sucker, motherfucker got a big girl problem
mind reader, big believer in conspiracy
what's the issue, bitch needs a tissue
'fore she tries to leave a game thats endless
I got a tempest in a teacup for a brain
nobody wants to not know whats real
its a big deal
its the one thing you cant control
call me when you cant feel
reality in the world you see around you
but the thing I believe will always astound you
soul sucker, motherfucker got a big girl problem
mind reader, big believer in conspiracy
whats the issue, bitch needs a tissue
'fore she tries to leave a game thats endless
I got a tempest in a teacup for a brain x2
Alec Bowman perfectly captures the dark soil under the pastoral world of British folk with this collection of melancholy originals. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2020