At this point I’ve watched Miya Folick perform this song a hundred different times, and every single time I’m still blown away. The feelings she invokes with her voice, the way she writes sharp, intimate songs with soft words, and the way she lets the music take over with every performance, I’ve found that Miya Folick is everything I love about music. Just listen to this song and I promise, you’ll be hooked for life. I know I am.
I don’t know how you feel about me;
You never say what’s on your mind.
One day your all smiles and roses
And the next you treat me like a waste of time.
You loved me in the morning
But by Noon, you were nowhere to be found
And I’m sure before I go to bed
You’ll be there when I lay down
It’s never easy, you and me,
Because I love you wholeheartedly
And to you am just some body
To keep you warm…
I want karma to see
Every mistake I carved
In my attempt
To reap forgiveness.
Are these lines
Repentance for the past
Or a reflection of me
And the tomorrow
I’ll never escape?
Breathing in these embers, my esophagus melts like candle wax, and these things I need to get off my chest remain buried in my lungs. They fight for a release, so they worm their way through my veins. I can feel them crawling, a sick itch beneath my skin, sending my sense of touch into disarray. I need relief from the fire that is boiling in my blood, so I’ll treat my skin as bark, carving out chunks of crimson comfort..
We used to talk every night; you never let me fall asleep.
A certain wonder enticing my eyes to refrain from closing in your company.
I would instead stray as the rolling thunder, masquerade as your thin visage reflected.
I wore you, yet what is it that you colored me?
When we started this you were my softness, my tranquil dawn,
My summertime siesta, a picture perfect minute,
The heavens above fields of dreams, where kites drift on a clear breeze
And rain never falls as the Sun never fades.
But Suns always set, and so moments become memories,
And against that tide of a shifting sky,
Time revealed that softness to be such a frail thing…
My mornings turned into the sound of scraping ice.
The sight of my numb breath, frost laced kisses,
Caught in the dark of the far to early evening,
A rattling through my lungs that drives my body to shivering pieces
Across these unshoveled sidewalks of December, Ohio.
Yes, I was still draped in your color, but only now do I see
The never-ending shades that your blue could be.