Seams [Explicit] from Seams by Kind of Shy

Eddie, my dear, he was born to fly.
I put my world in him, but I couldn’t tell you why.
Like two birds of a feather, we’d fly off to pass the time.
And in those moments, he was mine.

Soon his girl would put a stop to us.
She’d clip his wings and hide him from my world from dawn to dusk.
He had something I needed, but there was nothing he could do.
‘Cause what I needed, she needed too.

So I sit and try to convince myself
That I’m better off alone.
Yeah, I’m better off alone.
But goddamn that shit never seems to stick:
That I’m better off alone.
Alone.

I stitched myself together not to fight but to retreat.
And I went back to a tiny home without light or heat.
I found you there, my darling, in the same place as when I left:
Hiding in your blanket nest.

I saw you and remembered when I showed up on your porch
And asked you to escape with me through my open door.
We had something we needed, so I reached out to place my bet,
But we both couldn’t cash in yet.

So I sit and try to convince myself
That I’m better off alone.
Yeah, I’m better off alone.
But goddamn that shit never seems to stick:
That I’m better off alone.
Alone.

Seams, seams, that’s why we have seams.
Don’t sew me back together. Rip me to smithereens.
Seams, seams, thank god I have seams.
This broken heart is too much to hold.
It’s burst me at the seams.

Oh seams, seams, that’s why we have seams.
Don’t sew me back together. Rip me to smithereens.
Seams, seams, thank god I have seams.
This broken heart is too much to hold.
It’s burst me at the seams.

Seams, seams, that’s why we have seams.
Don’t sew me back together. Rip me to smithereens.
Seams, seams, thank god I have seams.
This broken heart is too much to hold.
This broken heart is too much to hold.
Our lonely hearts are too much to hold.
It’s burst me at the seams.

• Alternative
• folk
• folk pop rock
• folk rock
• independent artist
• independent music
• indie pop
• indie rock
• singer-songwriter
• Seneca