in summer i cared enough to clean the dirt from under my fingernails, the last two which had torn like paper
and if you wait on the bus long enough
i will come to wring my hands at you
and grow up
into
something that i can hold
if you lost your thoughts completely, i would laugh and understand, if i
grow out
my hair
again
i’m done
This is thoughtful and melancholy, but not morose -- there is hope in its sheer beauty. Her sensitivity as an arranger and producer is as impressive as her songwriting and singing; the whole album has a lovely sense of texture and space. Joe Madden