An Acoustic Demo

by White Petals

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released March 16, 2016

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Track Name: Self-Fulfilling Prophecy
I caught a glimpse of luminescence when a car burned through my rear-view. Half-awake in your driveway I mistook it for a shooting star. I guess they're not as common as people say. I've been having trouble eating lately and despite my best efforts I'm collapsing from anxiety under the weight of my tendency to put my feelings under a microscope. I think it's best we take this slowly.

I guess I'm still waiting for you to leave again.
Track Name: Spindly
I am but the skeletal remains of the memory of a skeleton. An outcrop of peeling fiberboard, a slightly unglued laminate. Wincing from each tremor my frame barely withstands it. I play pretend that I'm a solipsist. If only I exist I won't have to face that there's sharp things around me. It's frightening that such a fragile thing directs this solid body.
If self-awareness didn't kill this thing,
If medication didn't kill this thing,
If psychotherapy didn't kill this thing,
Then I guess that it's a waiting game.
We'll see who dies first.
Track Name: Eh, Here's a Movie Reference
Over the course of the last few days, the clouds birthed a deluge. I can't say I'm suffering, but there's a constancy I'm lacking in the midst of flash flood warnings. There's a despondency imbued into the overarching narrative of this odd dream that I feel I'm living through vicarious sensations and small moments of poetry.
I guess I'm still waiting for that person to whom I can say-
"Without you today's emotions would be the scurf of yesterday's".