Desperation from Living Thing by Anna Tivel

close your eyes and go somewhere, the windy coast, the forest floor
an airplane, another world, a dream
real life is far from fair, you tried and tried and got nowhere
it’s like somebody rigged the whole damn thing

bloody knuckles, empty hands, you want to fight, but all you ever had
is desperation

breathe it in and spit it out, you count the time in rolling clouds
in bruises and in other painful things
so when the storm comes crashing down, the kind your mama cried about
you find familiar comfort in the rain

battling a thousand walls, you want to climb but all you ever saw
is desperation

running hard against the wind, you want to start without that old feeling
of desperation

close your eyes and go somewhere, the windy coast, the forest floor
an airplane, another world, a dream
disappear beyond the glass, where shadows lean and finally rest
and you don’t feel that desperation

• Folk
• indie
• indie folk
• indie folk acoustic
• Portland