I'll try not to be overly wordy, but that should come easy cause this brain don't work half the time. Except to analyze every line in this face. Isn't that great? But I was born with these genes, and I know what it means to accept that I'm fine when I'm not. I spent all these years trying not to feel much of anything. I threw it all up when you fed all those lies to me. Cause I am not worth the thought that I am given. I have felt worse but, man am I sick of it. This could be the worst thing I've ever done. But the last time I felt safe was stoned in the back of your car where we lay, not saying anything. Holding our tongues. Man, we're we dumb to let anyone know we were feeling this numb.
The second EP from Northern Irish singer-songwriter Bea Stewart runs from gentle folk to pillowy pop ballads, all perfectly executed. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 15, 2024