Two Figures from Change by Goldfeather

We found two figures hanging in the stairs of my parent’s house
They’re like a mobile for a cradle made of concrete walls
We try to save them as we hold them up in our trembling arms
The hatchet’s buried ‘cause we cannot bear to cut them down

A man just shot me in a movie theater among all my friends
They tell me I’ll be fine so I follow them to a crowded bar
Nobody notices me stumbling toward the pickup truck
I call and you say that you’re coming right away, it’ll be okay

I’m scared to analyze the embers of the coals you’ve walked on for two years
I want to turn away instead of seeing all the parts of you I’ve burned and seared

I want to love you
I want to love you
The way you love me

I wake up desperate to explain to you all the ways I care
Forgot I learned that gestures full of love aren’t always kind
I want to hold you but my hands are sieves you are falling through
It’s painful mending holes but it’s not as bad as embracing air

I have to analyze the embers of the coals you’ve walked on for two years
I want to turn away, instead I’m seeing all the parts of you I’ve burned and seared

I want to love you
I want to love you
The way you love me

• Experimental
• Hyperpop
• experimental pop
• indie
• New York