Our dearest and most personal body of work ‘She Won’t Make Sense’ is out now. This record is a journey through my mind during a time of instability. It’s the story of recognizing the importance of my mental health, my attempt at “fixing” myself, and ultimately realizing that this isn’t something that just gets “fixed”. She Won’t Make Sense is for all of you who feel like they just don’t make sense. Thank you for coming on this journey with us.
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Lyrics
I made you throw out the couch
Burn all the books in this house
We won’t read ‘em anyways
They are taking up my space
Clutter keeps me paralyzed
Hazing over my third eye
Get the polish, shine her up
Then all day you’ll have good luck
Maybe I will see a little clearer
If we tidy up this place
Maybe I will see a little clearer
If we tidy up this place
Mornings are the worst for me
That’s when I’m in good company
Sun will rise and burn my eyes
When I wake I start to cry
Maybe I could see a little clearer
If we tidy up this place
Maybe I could see a little clearer
If we tidy up this place
I’m leaving my body
I’m leaving my body behind
I’m leaving my body behind
I’m leaving my body behind
I’m leaving my body behind
