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Hi. If you haven’t heard this duet I wrote and sang with FRANKMUSIK off of his new album “Between” , released July 8th this year, take a listen. It’s a song about not being sure if you’re settling down with someone, or just settling. Each line finishes the next, so if it reads weird keep that in mind. Bittersweet metaphor representing the search for the person that one day will finish your sentences.
Love you. x Cara.
How Do We Know
You are the loneliest light,
peering too bright through the blinds of
my life, is sights that we’ve seen
blown out our pipe dreams in
your eyes, we’re so distracted now.
Darling, how do we know
when the life leaves
the love that we’ve grown?
Well, I’m done getting fucked
and I’m done fucking up.
But is this all mirrors and smoke?
How do we know?
Embers, lit cigarettes
smoke every menthol til you
forget that nothing is black
or suddenly white
though it seems trite,
I scaled the walls like a
Soldier,
bearing your bricks
on my shoulders
How do you know?
Well, I’m done getting fucked
and I’m done fucking up.
Slowing down out of control.
How do you know?Our roots feel so impacted
and keep us up in the night
like a demon we’re failing to fight.
Well, I’m done getting fucked
and I’m done fucking up.
So is this a house or a home?
I think I know.
Hi. If you haven’t heard this duet I wrote and sang with FRANKMUSIK off of his new album “Between” , released July 8th this year, take a listen. It’s a song about not being sure if you’re settling down with someone, or just settling. Each line finishes the next, so if it reads weird keep that in mind. Bittersweet metaphor representing the search for the person that one day will finish your sentences.
Love you. x Cara.
How Do We Know
You are the loneliest light,
peering too bright through the blinds of
my life, is sights that we’ve seen
blown out our pipe dreams in
your eyes, we’re so distracted now.
Darling, how do we know
when the life leaves
the love that we’ve grown?
Well, I’m done getting fucked
and I’m done fucking up.
But is this all mirrors and smoke?
How do we know?
Embers, lit cigarettes
smoke every menthol til you
forget that nothing is black
or suddenly white
though it seems trite,
I scaled the walls like a
Soldier,
bearing your bricks
on my shoulders
How do you know?
Well, I’m done getting fucked
and I’m done fucking up.
Slowing down out of control.
How do you know?
Our roots feel so impacted
and keep us up in the night
like a demon we’re failing to fight.
Well, I’m done getting fucked
and I’m done fucking up.
So is this a house or a home?
I think I know.
