I can't let go
I left the glass you drank from by the window
I want to see how you are
but I'm afraid of opening wounds since long scarred.
The things that you have
so put together in your picture perfect life
but line them up in a row
and do you even feel alive?
And I'll write what I can't say
because I know you'll hear it all someday
I wish we knew how to talk
I hung up the phone before I could say what I want
Wish I knew what to do
I was so fucking close to forgetting all about you
and all the songs that we'd played
I still hear "Sprained Ankle" in my head everyday.
And it's the static from the speakers
your white high top sneakers
the beers in the trash bins
and the sounds of passion.
I tried to call
so many times before
I drove over to your place
but couldn't knock on the door.
And if you know what you want please let me know
odds are I'm still up, staring out the window.
The second EP from Northern Irish singer-songwriter Bea Stewart runs from gentle folk to pillowy pop ballads, all perfectly executed. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 15, 2024
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