When I was young and forgot how to breathe
I ran to my mother in her blue bathrobe
She took me and put me on her knee
Running the shower to open my lungs
Waking up in the dark
My sisters roused me Christmas morning
Speaking in low, hushed voices
Waiting until we could creep down the stairs
And when I'm getting ready to go,
these memories will be my home
I will build a makeshift nest from my love
After all, everything we have
is all already lost
And the thing about getting what you want
is as soon as you get it, it's gone
Hiking down into the valley,
we set up camp by the river
Backpacks heavy with cans of beer
And moments still yet to be lost
And when I'm getting ready to go,
these memories will be my home
I will build a makeshift nest from my love
After all, everything we have
is all already lost
And the thing about getting what you want
is as soon as you get it, it's gone
Oh, the thing about getting what you want
is as soon as you get it, it's gone
Pairing lo-fi indie rock with silvery folk instrumentation, the self-described "bedroom pop wizard" casts a cozy, poignant spell. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 11, 2024