1. |
Without You
04:24
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I hate when I awake
The sun rises here while your night settles in
This double bed feels like a king without you
Misplaced anxiety
I guess I feel guilty for leaving so soon
Don’t know what to eat, when to sleep without you
Without you, a silence isn’t comforting
Without you, I’m itching for my phone to ring
To hear your voice
And talk about
What you’ve done without me
I’m reminded
I’d rather do this distance than be
Without you
Without you
Without
You
Once farthest at arm’s length
I never thought distance would ache as it has
I don’t really want to but I’ll live without you
Without you, a silence isn’t comforting
Without you, I’m itching for my phone ring
To hear your voice
And talk about
What you’ve done without me
I’m reminded
I’d rather do this distance than be
Without you
This silence isn’t comforting
I’m itching for my phone to ring
I know I said I wanted to see you cry
But I lied I lied
Without you
Without
You
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2. |
Ladybug
03:31
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A ladybug that sits up on my windowsill
Oh how I missed you and how I missed counting how many spots you have
I’ve got so many questions that I wish I could ask you
We don’t speak the same language so let’s bathe in camaraderie
Ooo
Ladybug on my windowsill
Ooo
Sit with me for a while
Do you ever wonder when the last sunny day will be?
Feels like the world is ending but at least I’ve got you and you’ve got me
Our coexistence and happenstance of your company
Grounds my heart into the earth I want to spread into the green
Ooo
Ladybug on my windowsill
Ooooo
Sit with me for a while
Ooo
Ladybug on my windowsill
Ooo
Sit with me for a while
Six little legs make their way from my pinky to my thumb
Shake my hand and enjoy with me the subtleties of life
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3. |
Platonic Love Song
02:49
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I’ll be waiting out front for ya
How long have you planned your stay
My heart has rooms reserved now, and there’s one for you
Unless you choose to return your key again
You may travel solo
But you’re never quite alone when you’ve got me
Your humor’s like a blanket when I’m cold
Your warmth just holds me
And some things are meant to be
Like our platonic love
Our platonic love
I see that you’ve returned now
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen your face
But you’re tethered to me baby, whether or not you like it
Perhaps across dimensions, time, and space
You may travel solo
But you’re never quite alone when you’ve got me
Your humor’s like a blanket when I’m cold
Your warmth just holds me
And some things are meant to be
Like our platonic love
Our platonic love
Like our platonic love
Our platonic love
Like our platonic love
Like our platonic love
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Sophia Yau-Weeks Oakland, California
Singer-songwriter from Oakland, CA.
New music coming someday soon!
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