DESCRIPTION:
tea kettle music with a tint of winter. released sometime around 2015.

woke up late from the rain
couldn't hear a bird sing
it sounded like a waterfall
even though they sound the same
last night we fished for bats
on the roof of your hotel
too much wine lost track of time
and threw things out the window

woke up with wine all over me
bled through my floral sheets
the lilacs turned to lavenders
and that's when you know it's time to leave
but that's fine i don't mind these days
when you gotta drive through three states
and it's snowing hard but the heater on
just hoping you know that

you are my only regret
i'm just still trying to hide it

remember when we used to build nests
out of toothpicks and cherry stems
bottlecaps and napkins
at the bar, in our bed
of dvds and blankets
higher than a preacher's kid
reminders are aching on
and everyday is just the same but

you are my only regret
i'm just still trying to hide it