Created Open.

She sits thinking of all manner of lyrics that seem to slide into a persona of you. Letters tumble into words which pour into phrases: they respond, they work and they most certainly embody. It's almost as if there's a sketch being made with rough, hazy lines and bold colours- mystery and honesty swept into some unidentified and unappreciated masterpiece.
She shakes her head knowing 'no matter' is far more realistic.

As a result, she'll listen to her on repeat, scream the lyrics at piano bars and know that you'll never understand. Or if you do, you'll never see.