Generation from The Caretaker by Half Waif

I’m bidding goodbye to my 29th year
And a body that’s full of thorns.
Here’s to corners I’ve turned and levels I’ve cleared -
I couldn’t have done it before.

And the rumors are true:
I am changing my name,
Though I remain close to my kin.
One form in the storm, battling on:
I am my own generation.

And I’m learning to love the woman in me
‘Cause she knows how to love all of you.
Darling of my delicate mind:
Someday I hope that I do.

I tried to dry my tears outside.
I forgot it’s a season of rain.
Shouting at clouds: I’ve done enough now
And I’m coming home to myself.

• Experimental
• electronics
• indie pop
• mood ring pop
• synths
• New York