Still Life by Yea Big

Big Doll Eyes,
at what hasn't,
materialized,
like it's something,
to pull you out,
of the oven,
and drag the past,
through your basement.
It's such a waste.

Made some new ends,
out of regrets.
It's the trap of motion,
calling in the distance,
while the house falls silent,
and the beds stay tucked in,
It's the open stomach,
of a dream that won't end.

All who I know,
but left in the cold.
Stare through their eyes,
looking in from the snow.
All I know.

New construction,
shedding young skin,
into swollen rivers.
Dip your toes in,
Or crawl out of the cave, stagger onto the crumbling streets.
Cause you know where you are and you know where you wanted to be.
And you'll think it's all over.
You'll think it's all over,
but over is never in reach,
cause you saw who you are and it's not who you wanted to be.

• Experimental
• alternative rock
• alternative-rock
• ambient-electronic
• folk rock
• indie
• indie folk
• indie rock
• neo-folk
• Philadelphia