Organic from Roundabouts by Louvena the Scout

i slam my eyes closed
wont let you keep me awake with thoughts of avenues and loveless interstates
we sailed on every thursday from the day that we met
and drank the good traits and left the bad to ferment
i wasn’t reconciled in my innermost feuds
and you were textile, made of thrill and taboo
i’d dream of drowning
i’d quicken my breath and we’d swum until there was nothing left
and it was damn organic
those kids in westfield with more muscle than bone
they claim courageous yet they can’t sleep alone
they see the stars fall and they don’t wonder why
that introspection, can i teach you mine?
is it my presence that fuels your absence?
can the heavens be in a one-sided romance with hell?
when you kiss my neck it’s hard to tell
it’s all damn organic

• Alternative
• Indie Pop Rock
• Indie rock
• pop
• singer-songwriter
• New Jersey