Work Song by Housewife

I only wear glasses when I travel
Can’t even see the street signs
Hollow talk about you for an hour
Break down your issues so I don’t have to feel mine

Slow me down
I’m dying to work a miracle
Bail me out
I’ve got all my cards on the table
My sleeves are unraveling now

What’s the point of having all the answers
If you don’t wanna hear em
Climbing out of the holes that I made
Now it’s getting cliched to fall in again

Slow me down
I’m dying to work a miracle
Bail me out
I’ve got all my cards on the table
My sleeves are unraveling now

Woke up, got scared
Ghosted my therapist
Choked up, not fair
Don’t care, I’m over it

Slow me down
I’m dying to work a miracle
Bail me out
I’ve got all my cards on the table
My sleeves are unraveling now

• Alternative
• Climate Emergency
• feminist
• folk rock
• indie
• queer artist
• Toronto