Did I stand a chance to cross your mind again or did I stay crossed off your list?
Have I been reduced to just a memory?
A painted picture hung in your gallery that no one comes to see.
I'm done.
I'm finally over it.
The sirens are calling me back.
I thought I heard your voice, but it turned out to be a lie.
All these memories stored in boxes and envelopes
in desks and under beds now that there's definite closer.
And with that I'm saying.
With that I'm saying.
I'm done.
I'm finally over it.
The sirens are calling me back.
I thought I heard your voice, but it turned out to be a lie.
It must've been somebody else.
All I know that it wasn't you.
I'm done.
I'm finally over it.
The sirens are calling me back.
I'm your greatest work of art.
I'm your greatest piece.
You're an artist in my head and your palette's filled with
blood from the cut you dealt, but now it's run dry
and your gallery's on display
and now I'm done with you.
I'm officially over it.
The sirens are calling me back.
I thought I heard your voice, but it turned out to be a lie.
It must've been somebody else.
All I know that it wasn't you.
I'm done.
I'm finally over it.
The sirens are calling me back.
I'm done with it.
You're done with me.
I'm done with it.
You're done with me.
Throwback pop with gleaming synths, chiming guitars, solid melodic hooks, and a cinematic sense of scale from North Carolina's Rachel Kiel. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 22, 2020