Placeholder from Bedroom Boogie by Thom Coombes

PLACEHOLDER

Never knew I was in danger until I was almost in the clear,
The atmosphere like a private conversation I’m trying not to overhear.
Once I turned my head back there, looked directly in the camera.
All I felt was a fracture fading into ephemera.

I wasn’t fazed but my eyes glazed over.
Staring off into space, I know my placeholder.

If I’m nervous under the surface, I’m on the wrong side of the lens.
Happiness was too precious to be cradled in my hands.
So I held myself together, or at least I tried my best.
I felt like a worn out rubber band. Maybe that’s a bit of a stretch.

I wasn’t fazed but my eyes glazed over.
Staring off into space, I know my placeholder.

Eyes on the horizon, or home on the range.
All of these changes feel like more of the same.

• Alternative
• DIY
• Soul Pop
• anti-folk
• lo-fi
• uneasy listening
• St. John'S