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Comedown
02:48
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I can live through this,
‘cause I’ve lived through it before.
There’s always a comedown,
and you leave me wanting more
There goes the night,
fading in the street lights.
I think I reached the height
of love, or something, at first sight.
We were drunk and laughing
in a city that I don’t know,
and you made me forget
that I don’t really have a home.
Do you forgive me
that I left my hair on your carpet?
Do you still miss me,
or will you say it’s not like that?
If you lived near me,
would you be there at my door?
I’m always leaving
before it’s something more.
Why does it feel right
just before I catch a flight?
I think I reached the height
of running somewhere out of sight.
We were drunk and laughing
in a city that I don’t know.
Rolling in the rain,
for once I didn’t feel alone.
I was so happy
hugging your dog on your carpet.
And when you kissed me,
I hope you know that I liked that.
Yeah I liked that, I liked that.
I liked that, I liked that.
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2. |
Flight
03:46
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Coming round the bend,
and I’m always waiting for you here.
Maybe this will end
before the end of the year.
Your other soul, you sold me out.
You broke me down like a cardboard car.
I’m not that far...
I am the morning,
and I’m caught between your toes.
I am the morning,
and I’m ready to go.
I’ve been riding the wave of your trail.
I think it’s time I learn to bail.
I won’t be waiting for something to say.
I won’t be waiting on god.
I won’t be waiting for something to say.
I won’t be waiting on god.
I’m on your carpet, and I taste its shapes.
I liked your body in all of its ways,
but I will make like a bird in the night.
I need to leave you so I can take flight,
so I can fly...
And in the morning,
when you’re out of the throes...
If in the morning,
you are ready to go...
You can follow me and chase my tail,
but you can’t take the wind from my sail.
I won’t be waiting for something to say.
I won’t be waiting on god.
I won’t be waiting for something to say.
I won’t be waiting on god.
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3. |
Gods
04:17
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Your idols are just people
who will also let you down,
let you down.
These are not my gods,
and I am taking down their altars.
Burn their egos to ground
like Notre Dame in April
So how am I still here,
and where have I come?
Pissing in parking lots after cheap shots.
I am scared of cars
that drive themselves alone at night,
and I will spill my soul to strangers
on continental flights.
And I forgot I’m someone
who is worth keeping around,
‘cause I thought that he could take me
from lost and then to found.
So how am I still here,
and where have I come?
Still calling exes with cocaine habits.
Your lovers are just people
who will also let you down,
let you down.
You are not my god,
and I am taking back my offer.
I could love you, but I’d fall...
you could burn me like them all.
So how am I still here
and where have I come?
Still reading messages from all my exes.
I keep you near, some comfort here.
I face my fears, decide to take my chances
on another year of feeling let down.
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4. |
Seasonal
03:48
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I’m waking up to instant coffee,
don’t have a machine.
And I’m sending you a message,
but I don’t know what it means.
And I’m tallying the X-es
on the names here in my book,
but it’s yours that speaks the loudest.
Yeah it’s you who left me shook…
So if I make it through the winter,
and I live another fall,
I will wait behind my window
looking out beyond it all.
‘Cause if I lived through this,
then I can live through this.
And I cannot admit
that I don’t wanna be alone,
or the hours that I spend
looking at a phone.
But if I lived through it,
Then I can live through this.
Now I’m wading through the winter,
but I made it through the fall.
And I’m trynna build momentum,
but my back’s against a wall.
I’m waking up to someone new
as winter turns to spring,
but now he’s looking through me,
and I can’t hide anything.
But I made it through the winter,
and I lived another fall.
And I’m waiting here for spring
to clean me of it all.
And since I lived through it,
then I will live through this.
So I will make a promise,
and I’ll try to right my wrongs,
and I’ll chase out all my problems
’til they’re dead and done and gone.
‘Cause if I lived through it,
then I will live through this.
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Folklaur New York, New York
Folklaur is the musical project and alias of NYC-based singer-songwriter Lauren Elizabeth, who collaborates and records with her brother, Justin Scott. Floaty indie-pop-folk with bright guitars and layered vocals. An advocate for mental health awareness and “radical softness.” ... more
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