My door's always open
Anytime you want.
You know how to reach me.
My phone's always on.
Last time that I saw you was
Over a year and a half ago,
Late at night, at some bar
In Baltimore, after the show.
We walked side by side outside
To our cars parked on the street,
And, laughing, you seemed all yourself,
A parting gift you gave to me.
I don't know what's going on
Inside your head. You won't tell me.
You're something special,
But you're something of a mystery.
With anyone else, I'd take the hint,
Deduce that silence means goodbye,
But you just mean too much to me,
So, regardless, I'm still gonna try.
Recorded over the space of a year, the vivid pop songs on the latest from themme fatale match sugary hooks with diaristic lyrics. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 13, 2022