If this song isn’t a rainy day cup of tea curled up with a book, I am not sure what it is. Maybe it’s a warm bath with some candles. Both, I think.
Billie weaves a beautiful tapestry of words and sound.
“Watch me as I go and separate, the ones that I am made to love and hate, and slowly counting down my body weight, I’m tired, watch me as I go and separate, the ones that I am made to love and hate, and slowly counting down by body weight, I’m tired, I’m tired, and the stars, they look like little mice, to me, I am my only vice”
Take it slow today. Move to the beat of this song. Observe, don’t absorb.
BGDG.
everything, etc. 