your eyes are the quarry
Right behind my old school
We swam no matter the temperature
Til the cops pulled us outta the pool
your teeth have their own field
That are questionably softer than they should
pull the back 2 molars
Remember what they told ya
Never eat what looks good
My fingers are longer
Than a normal girl's are
I say all I better to stick them in your sweater
When we ride in your car
my head is an army
yours won't make a sound
I feel a constant tension
you sneeze at self expression
I'm glad we both got out
Will u love me next year?
When I move out of town?
Will u cradle me beneath the poplar trees?
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