while you were sleeping on the couch
i thought about walking out and driving back to the national park
shouldn’t have made it a last minute thing to see the stars in cherry spring
but that’s just me, showing up in clouds
earlier on we stopped to brave
a mangled bridge over a range of all the different shades of green
but now you wouldn’t wait all night in case the weather app was right
and it would clear up after three
the wedding was the best one yet, my brother’s love was evident
and my whole family fell for you meantime
i’d been nervous for the speech i couldn’t bear to let you read
but that’s just me, afraid to take advice
almost entirely overcast, could only see one measly patch
that drifted across the expanse
you asked if i’d seen that before, tugging my eyes from the floor
but that’s just you, pulling me to dance
all the times i’ve laid awake and wondered which of us will break and if we’re just too different
these might be the cards i hold
the laundry i will never fold
the grievances i will not put to bed
until you come and find me in my head
The gentle lo-fi songs on the latest phoneswithchords LP develop their granular sketches of childhood and coming of age into full portraits. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 25, 2023