Call it by what it is
I don’t think I can handle it
I feel it slipping out of my grip
Down into the abyss
Be just who you needed when you were a young kid
I really fucking mean it
I feel heavier with every miss
Darling I’m without you
Without you
He’s been trying to talk to me
In the wind and in the tall trees
I know that it was real, if a little bit surreal
You don’t get what you deserve
You lose what you give and you get what you take
Don’t forget about my young boy
Dying on the tree trunk
I’ll love it when you say my name
Beauty’s where you find it
I really fucking mean it
I feel heavier with every miss
Darling I’m without you
Without out you
Oh now I’m without you
Without you
So I blame it on his deep last breath
Blame it on this fucked up mess
Blame it all
Aim it all
No, don't stop living
Don’t stop
You’re living
Recorded on an iPhone, the four tracks on the new EP from Kiara NGL burst with both big feelings and gentle melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 19, 2022