It’s only food, it’s only natural that I should get upset, it’s barely factual that something small went wrong, it’s not irrational that something could become so damn emotional, in another body I would’ve made the perfect date, in another time I would’ve faded away, in another dimension I’d be a flame on every tongue, or a breath to freshen any lung…
It’s only food, it’s only natural that I should cry and cry, it’s under control, I’ll walk away for miles and miles I’ll walk, forgetting everything, my pain eclipsed, it’s been a year since we spoke, I call and call but you don’t answer at all, this life’s more fragile than you think, even if wafting and sweet why do you treat me like a memory, we still have the ability, to meet up for coffee outside your dreams…
Can you tell me, if you left it behind, it’s a friendship, it has teenage sunlight wrapped up in it, though peripheral I’ve kept it safe was I working alone?
Experimental pop artist and WFMU radio personality Abbie from Mars re-introduces herself on this playful, idiosyncratic album. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 14, 2022