Authorless Novel from Comfort Songs by Cloud

greg: in the land of winter there’s
cold talks and white walks
hanging on
strange weather we’ve been having huh?
in the land of winters there’s
dead trees and dead leaves

ty: man, where’s comfort now?
I’m alive somehow
man, where are you now?
I’m alive somehow

and the paintings in the museum made me feel nothing
so I whistled and wandered around
and my egos still climbing, it wants me on top
and I’m sorry to push you all down

it’s just this bad trick where my eyes see with my body
and I feel like there’s only me
need a habit or some company or to do something
for someone who is not me

and the girl who wore your perfume made me think too much
so I whistled and wandered around
and my egos still needs me to be number one
but I think that I figured it out

that I only wish to be a positive force
and I don’t wanna be the main character of my own life anymore

• Alternative
• Boston
• New York
• alt pop
• alternative pop
• bedroom
• bedroom pop
• bedroom recordings
• dream pop
• indie
• indie rock
• lofi indiepop
• soundscapes
• Los Angeles