All of yr bones peaking right thru yr sweater
And all of our mothers say we should know better
I'd have my confidence over yr shoulder
Let's make a promise to die when we're older
and much bolder…
One pound or two pounds, bolster yr resolve
Watching our ugliness slowly dissolve
Let's make a promise to die when we're older
One letter more, D-I-E-T spells "happiness"
But I can't shake how I feel, somehow I'm cheapened
A hideous monster who dives off the deep end
and lands in a cavern with millions of models
who laugh at me, broken and shattered like bottles of water
Now I don't want a daughter
If I could live longer
don't tell her I saw her
New album from Meg Duffy, dubbed as a personal glimpse into the artist's lush solo work. Dreamy, intimate folk-centered recordings. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 7, 2017