Some songs are meant to be little things that expand. they assume the girth of the world with all the longing of a symphony
Like a gilded dirge.
Sometimes the heaven in your hell is the last bird.
You live where it hurts So healing means something to blindspot in your perfect oblivion. Itβs how you cope with an open wound that loves the moment you met the one.
Some songs are meant to be all about the girl and how sunshine adapts to her night.