Dish Boy from Dish Boy by Millie Nabil

Anchored to this state,
Orbiting my grave,
Am I ready to run the isle?

But really can I tell you that I am doing alright,
When this isn't the picture I had in mind?
Can you please just tell me that everything's going to be just fine?
Is this what it's like to be alive?

Is this a memory, a building block responsible for building me?
I'm new to sink but it's the same as the last chain that retrained me.
I feel like I've been here before.

Certain obsolete,
Blissfully at ease,
Am I feeling to clean this by myself?

It's rough breathing but at least I have the privilege of growing old.
The rut it holds, and I can't seem to escape the grooves of the road.
My chin takes these blows, and I roll and I roll and I roll.
But that's life, Dish Boy is at the bottom of the totem pole.

• Alternative
• indie
• lo-fi
• millie
• nabil
• solo
• Portland