Reconciling by Alexandra Burress

A face I don't recognize
the more time passes by,
the more she becomes quiet.
Muttering words of silence,
holding teeth in her hiding.

Broken bones are just step stones
to building a home,
one I've longed for.
And know I still feel alone,
know I still feel the pull,
know I'll always hear your songs.

When the sirens come calling,
know I'll be falling right on that path.
And when the curtains start closing,
I'll use my arms to hold them enough to let in the light.
And though my heart is broken,
at least I'm feeling open enough to fight.
And you'll still call my name, but I won't call you back again.
For fuck’s sake, not this time.

When the debris of the morning
still feels like it's calling its place on my skin,
I'll scratch at the surface
to remind me it’s all worth it to feel this pain.
This pain that keeps on drawing, lines worth carving out craters in my brain.
But I don't wanna
I don't wanna
ever forget my own face.

• Electronic
• acoustic guitar
• art pop
• electric guitar
• electronica
• electronica pop
• fingerpicking
• indie pop
• quiet music
• singer-songwriter
• Portland