Hana - Shoreline

A strange state half asleep

Under blankets helps me process any night at home

You were concerned about my health the day I smoked in pain

You choose windows, I choose walls

To press my face against and smash my bones

I remember weather and lights, the grass was cut and green

With fingers wrapped around the branch of my sister’s apple tree

And I’m staring at the ceiling, there’s history appearing

Younger us in different trouble

You taught me how to survive and live my life without concern at all

And I’m staring at the ceiling, there’s history appearing

Younger us in different trouble