Atalanta by Dominic Sen

I need a little headroom
Can’t seem to work it out
I’m looking for good places, places
To open up my mouth

The hunter holds the key stone
She’s seeking out her pray
Would you know if I meant it, I mean it
The writing’s in my name

I’m just a little sorry
But not enough to change
My mind is my up darling, darling
My target’s within range
But I’m running out of time
So I sharpen up my knives
Quit looking for a way out, way out
Don’t you look into his eyes

But I’m not about to lose this focus
I’ve zeroed in on my aim
I feel the pressure building up, up, up
His guard has become my game

Not looking for a trophy
Won’t be bringing home his head
Promise I’ll be missin’ missin’
Parts of him instead
But I’m running out of time
So I sharpen up my lines
Can’t get the story wrong now, wrong now
If I look into his eyes

But I’m not about to lose this focus
I’ve zeroed in on my aim
I feel the pressure building up, up, up
His guard has become my game
But I’m not about to lose this focus
I’ve zeroed in on my aim
I feel the pressure building up, up, up
His heart has become my game (don’t wanna lose it)

• Pop
• electropop
• hyperpop
• indie pop
• synth pop
• Brooklyn