This Year from Couch Queen by Haley Banc

This Year, I’m focusing on what I’ve despised:
a vessel of muscle and thick, salty cries

And I wanna lasso my moments back in,
pull them as close to the skin as they can heal

This Year, oh This Year, I’ll heal.

This Year, I’m gonna do things with all that I’ve done,
not lie around a wait for everyone who’s put me on the bottom

And experiment cause somethings are easier to look at upside down
like the weight of the entire universe or the morning sun

Oh, This Year, oh This Year, I’ll heal!
Oh, This Year, oh This Year, I’ll heal!

This Year, I wanna hold a cup in my hand
one that’s steaming and smells of ginger, ginger or peppermint

I’ll memorize the sound of the birds so I can imagine when they’re not around
They won’t always be around, I’ll memorize the sound!

(I'll) Go fish in the burning forest full of hot amber eyelids
Pull the hooks out of the cheeks of expecting
Oh, I’m breathing hard and I’m stretching
I’m leaving all the dirty clothes in the basket
I’m letting light bend where the glass takes it
I’m opening all the windows for the process
For my (healing)
For my (healing)
For my (healing)
For my (healing)

(Outro)

She gets me but I don’t know her
She gets me but I don’t know her
She gets me but I don’t know her
She gets me but I don’t know her...

• Alternative
• alternative pop
• folk
• indie
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• Philadelphia