i’ve been sketching out ideas and working on songs for the next flatsound full length. i don’t know whether this song will be on it or not, but i guess that’s just part of the process when creating an album. you write a lot of songs, record some of them, and see which ones fit into the bigger story that you’re trying to tell. i don’t know what this story is just yet, not entirely. but in my head it’s very chaotic. it’s an intimate memory interrupted by the static of an intrusive thought.

here’s a song called chamomile that i wrote last month. i hope you enjoy it.

great, isn't it great
to be held like your sisters baby
hate, you said you hate
when i just lay there like an empty body
but i don't listen and i don't care
i don't like it so get me out of here
i don't listen and i don't care
the smell of smoke
the taste of chamomile

i don't listen and i don't care
i don't like it so get me out of here
it's all so distant and i'm so scared
the smell of smoke
the taste of chamomile

oh no, think i'm in trouble
ten long years inside of this bubble
ha ha, look at him struggle
fuck my mouth and feed me your knuckles
oh no, everything crumbles
you found me inside of the rubble
ha ha, look at me struggle
begging for help from someone who's dead
i'm trying to decipher things that you said
but they only exist inside of my head
so no, i don't want to be calm anymore