Anything from Wait, Sky by Jesse Blake Rundle

When would you show me the words you live by
What would the beach be and what color sky
I thought it was sand and I thought it was blue
When I didn’t know nothing looks like nothing to you
At all

Once more you couldn’t conform to the contest
I raced in my best shoes I wore a long dress
I couldn’t know, I couldn’t see, I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t feel, I couldn’t color you in chalk,
When you say nothing at all
At all

The storm comes for you and the storm comes for me
The storm doesn’t care what kind of grey you can see
The storm knows no boundary, the storm only knows
That it’s made of the wind and the wind is a ghost
I can bear,
Not like you
I can bear

The sky it was pink and the beach it was green
And the rocks they were amaranthine hue
I couldn’t care less what happened before, cause
Right here, all alone, I feel
Right here, all alone, I feel

Despite you were sitting with your back to my back
Despite my hands all clasped in your clasp
Despite when I look in your eyes I know that
You love, nothing at
Love, nothing at
Love, nothing at
Love, nothing at
Love, nothing at
Love

What’s your word for anything at all
What’s the word for anything at all
What’s your word for anything at all
What’s the word for anything at all

• Alternative
• LGBTQ
• alternative rock
• art rock
• chamber folk
• sadboi
• Boise