Sweaty headaches are tired and overdone
Tshirts sticking like glue to you
Sun beating down on your brain like a snare drum
Slowly melting me into you
Night have become something dreamed of in daylight
Times when the world is quiet and true
Breezes carry thoughts out like a train line
Endlessly commuting their way to you
Got a notion of the code of conduct
Many days have gone by since she had one
Got a notion of the lows and the highs
In this ocean she probably won't survive, no
Now you've got all of that out of the way
Things have seemed to be painted in mostly grey
Even the way that she goes about her days
Lacks some sort of sign of existing
Long gestating, it was raised in her mind
As a way to cope with being alive
Given her silence, so pretty at night
Watch the tides roll in dark blues and blacks and sprinkled whites
All over your time here
What are you doing with your time here?
What can I help you find, dear?
Could it be hidden away in the idle array in your brain
Of the many thoughts you've made
What's a moment you were so sure you were alive
Not some program checking time from time to time
Gotta make sure you've still got some stashed away
Wouldn't wanna be snuffed out
Any day now
Post-Worthless, Annique Monet makes solo LP of magical, psychedelic pop songs that drift in and out of consciousness. Bandcamp New & Notable May 22, 2015