1. |
One of Those Days
02:42
|
|||
I feel like saying fuck it and it’s not even 9 a.m.
I wish I could call in sick to being human
I’m tired of thinking of the right thing to say
And I’m trying too hard to cry
It’s just one of those days
I’m debating saying screw it and putting my pity party hat on
Following the path of my resistance ain’t gonna get me what I want
Rocks shattered my glass house and I’m looking for someone else to blame
And my ego is throwing a tantrum
It's one of those days
I’ve been working so hard
To get out of my head and into my heart
We’re all doing the best to be the best that we can be
Right now I’m tired and feeling like a candle, burnt out
I’m gonna make myself some chicken nuggets and
Sit my ass on the couch
What’s in store tomorrow
I can’t change yesterday
Right now is all we’ve got
Right now I’m staring at the rain
And laughing at how it reflects my mood
As Netflix asks if I’m still watching
I know everything is divine and right now
I’m having one of those days
|
||||
2. |
Better
04:25
|
|||
I’m mad as hell my friend said you’re a bad idea
If I looked the other way, I know I could have fallen for you
I’ve heard the sirens; I can’t get them out of my head
The truth broke my best pair of rose-colored glasses
The love I thought was purple was red flags tinted by my blues
I have not forgotten how a kiss can leave a bruise
Now that my tequila has worn off I hear every conversation clearer
You’re blowing smoke and I loved the way it made us look in the mirror
Cause I’ve seen the movies,
I’ve heard the love songs
Wanted it to be the script
Put my fantasies on paper
Rolled them up and took a hit
But when the fog clears
But when the high drops out
Where do we stand
What goes up must come down
I wish I didn’t and
I know better
I’m complaining but I’m grateful that I saved myself the pain
As logic is dancing tango with oxytocin in my brain
I’m so sick of almost, so sick of singing I’ll refrain
You’re like the Reese’s to a peanut allergy
It ain’t worth it babe
But I still crave the sweet rush, still chase the bread crumbs
Thinking they’ll do the trick
Satiate my desire and not just tempt my lusting senses
I could say fuck the wisdom, screw the self-love I claim I am
I’d be at your door tomorrow
Thank God for the ocean
Cause I’m sick of doing better
Wish caution tape would fly away in the wind
And I could follow where it blows
Your image has been stained with rustic neon yellow
This ain’t a rom com, this ain’t a love song
Let’s call it what it is
It’s a night of unwholesome fun
And although I’m curious
Chalk it up to a good time
Kisses and cheap wine
Are as far as I’m gonna go
You’re cute but not quite
I know what I’m waiting for
Is better
Better
Better
|
||||
3. |
The River
06:48
|
|||
I’ve said that I know better
Believe me, I do
I’m sick of knowing better
I think I wanna know you
I think I wanna know you
Can white water run deep
I wonder with a judgment
As I watch another friend
Get swept off her feet by sensations
The warning sign by the river
I know it as my companion
I cling to the chain link
As I feel the heat waves roll in
And I make friends tell their stories
Like they’re war heroes coming home
As I try and taste the feeling
Through secondhand smoke
They’re riding high on something
And I wanna know
What’s it like to go
Down by the river
What’s it like to feel
The rush of nature on my skin
It’s a place where
Promises are made and broken
So tell me why
I wanna dive in
Well I don’t know if ignorance is bliss
Right now wisdom feels like agony
Am I missing my chance
To be young and wild by being free
My sexual liberation doesn’t look
The same as the magazines
Sometimes when I ask myself
I am not sure why I am still waiting
What’s it like to go
Down by the river
What’s it like to feel
The rush of nature on my skin
Will I be cleansed for a moment by the water
Can I ride love’s wave before reality comes crashing in
I’m standing on the river side
Thinking let me get swept by a high tide
So I can say it’s something I can’t control
When I know full well how a river flows
Let me dip a toe, let me dip a foot
It’s a dangerous game but it feels so good to feel
Will it feel even better
Even better
Even better
What’s it like to go
Down by the river
What’s it like to feel
The rush of nature on my skin
Is it worth the promise that will leave me broken
Is it worth being left cold alone and naked
I’ve said that I know better
Believe me I do
I’m so sick of knowing better
I wanna know you
|
||||
4. |
Pancakes
05:22
|
|
||
Your hand reminds me of August
Warm and damp like the air when we met
Boxed braids and ally shirt
Cut halfway down your midline
You slapped me on the ass and I thought
We’ll get along fine
Sometimes the curve of your smile
Looks like a rainbow
Your presence poses a question
I thought I’d answered before
Not sure what to make
Of our lipstick exchange last night
Passion can taste so similar to wine
Lately I’ve been dropping hints
By wearing pink, yellow and blue
I hoped that you would read my lips
Cause I’m not sure how to tell you
So I tell you
That I like pancakes on Sunday mornings
Thinking you’ll know what that means
I like the glances when we’re out walking
I asked your roommate and she agrees
That you could be my kindergarten girlfriend
people already think
That I like pancakes on Sunday mornings
I thought you’d know what that means
so that’s what I told ya
And I thought I told ya
I thought my queer coded riddles made it pretty clear
When we kissed drunk last weekend
You said do it again when we’re sober
I brought it up in the dining hall and you barely even blinked
Now I’m trying to figure out if the friendship sailed
before I make it sink
I’ve been talking about Pride
Instead of swallowing mine
And telling you the truth
I’m wondering if I stole that kiss
Or if you wanted it too
So I half ass ask by putting my hand
The same way I always do in yours
Pretending that my butterflies equate your answer
I thought I made it clear
When I said
That I like pancakes on Sunday mornings
But no one know what that means
I like dancing with you on weekends
I asked your roommate and she thinks
that you could be my kindergarten girlfriend
If I just said something
So I said I like pancakes on Sunday mornings
But no one knows what that means
I couldn’t stay silent
I kept poking the flame
talking about boys and asking
why don’t you love me
Then I wrote a whole letter
About our friendship because I caved
to my story of rejection
When I never asked the question
So I have a confession
I like pancakes on Sunday mornings
Let me tell you what that means
It means how about that kiss we had last weekend
Where are we standing
Cause I don’t wanna lose you as a friend
Now I’m not sure what to do
Because I said I like pancakes on Sunday mornings
But I never said I like …
|
||||
5. |
|
|||
It's been the longest sleepover of my life
When are you packing your bags to go
Samantha, you’ve kept me up all night
Since I was 10 years old
With your whispers of scary stories
My nightmares became my day dreams
I wanna wake up
So I cling to my phone as a night light
So I don’t have to listen to my thoughts
Samantha can I get some sleep
We can talk about the world ending in the morning
You can tear apart my hopes and dreams
And tell me more about how we’re slowly dying
We can do it over egg whites and bank statements
Orange juice and obituary pages
I promise the knives aren't invitations
In the morning, we'll be fine
Samantha can I get some sleep tonight
Samantha held my hand on field trips and parties growing up
And when the time came she clung to my side during young love
Dug her heels into every slow dance and sideways glance
And when she left my side out of habit I was searching for her hand
When I’d cry at night in the living room over something stupid I said
She’d dissect the interaction so I never make a mistake again
We’d re-braid my hair until we got it right
Watch reruns of my life on the old tv
And just as I’d start to close my eyes
She’d restart the DVD
Samantha can I get some sleep
I’ve seen this movie 15 times, I’m tired
The ending isn’t gonna change no matter how many times we rewind it
Could you pick a different channel
Change the station
I’m sick of the same old combination
In this one-sided conversation
These thoughts aren’t even mine
Samantha can we get some sleep tonight
She sits on my chest and punches my stomach as I try to breathe
Feeding me pennies to buy the rights to my thoughts
And they taste bittersweet
When I try and push her out
She grabs on and screams louder
And just as I start to pin her down
I look into her eyes and see she’s scared
She’s scared
Samantha can we get some sleep
We can talk about the world ending in the morning
I’ll tell you all my hopes and dreams
You can tell me more about how we’re slowly dying
We can do it over egg whites and bank statements
Orange juice and obituary pages
I promise the knives aren’t invitations
In the morning we'll be fine
Samantha can we get some sleep tonight
|
||||
6. |
Small Talk
04:27
|
|||
I’m meeting new people today
What am I gonna put on
What label will I brandish
Like a heart on my arm
I’m meeting new people today
What are they going to see
The pansexual, Jewish, Mormon, anti-prom queen
Or me
I can’t seem to talk about the weather
I’m telling scripted life stories to strangers
I give advice that no one asked for
Share intimate details of no importance
I’m hiding the truth
with a faux-candid surface
And I feel so small talking like this
I feel so small talking like this
I feel so small talking like this
I feel so small talking like this
I’m seeing my family today
Am I finally gonna stop
Bending over backwards
To fit in a worn-out box
When the going gets real
And being real feels rough
Am I as brave as
The face I’ve put on
And I feel so small talking like this
I feel so small talking like this
My voice is tired from shouting myself from the rooftops
My tongue is tripping over flirty banter and party talk
It's a persona, the crowd is chanting take it off
But standing naked feels like everyone can see
I speak louder ‘cause I’m scared people will hear me
And I feel so small
I feel so small
I feel so small talking like this
I feel so small talking like this
I’m being myself today
What am I gonna take off
When I peel back the labels
Will I reveal my heart
|
||||
7. |
Naked in Blue Jeans
04:15
|
|||
My heart is beating in my hands
In the back seat of your car
Parked around the corner from my parents’ house
I’ve never done this before
First time for everything
I know the moment is right
So if you asked, I’d say yes
I’d tell you the truth tonight
I’ve been pretending like I don’t care
And pretending it’s sparing my feelings
I’ve been overplaying the nonchalance
Because I’m scared of people leaving
but it's becoming clear to me that
I can’t fight the urge any longer
To move a little closer
I’ll peel back the layers of my facade
I’m gonna let you see me
For who I really am
I’m in your hoodie and my blue jeans yet
For the first time
I’m naked
I finally made it to the river
Why am I stilling clinging to my shield and sword
It’s a habit I’m trying to break
Of preemptively breaking my own heart
In trying to preserve my dignity
I always end up in the same place
But I’d rather wear your sweatshirt than my brave face
I can’t fight the urge any longer
To move a little closer
I’ll peel back the layers of my facade
I’m gonna let you see me
For who I really am
I’m in your hoodie and my blue jeans yet
For the first time
I’m naked.
I’ve been pretending like I don’t care
And pretending it's sparing my feelings
The truth is I like you so much
It’s a little disorienting
Behind the sassy remarks and sarcastic retorts
Lies a warm, soft truth
What I’ve been trying to say through twisted logic and words is
I can’t fight the urge any longer
To move a little closer
I’ll peel back the layers of my facade
Yes, I’m gonna let you love me
For who I really am
I’m in your hoodie and my blue jeans yet
For the first time
I’m naked.
|
||||
8. |
Worst Kept Secret
04:01
|
|||
Is my face red, my mind is blushing
I’m contemplating spontaneous combustion
Was it an accidental subconscious confession
Yeah, those three little words were not how I planned them
I make an unsmooth recovery back from emotion
I’ve been autocorrecting in my head ‘cause it felt too soon
I’ve said it to friends and as a compulsion
I’ve thought so much about my feelings since I met you
I’ve been bouncing the words on the tip of my tongue
We’ve never said them before
When keeping my shit together hit the fan
With a Freudian slip in the parking lot of a grocery store
In case you didn’t know by now
I feel a certain way about you
In case you didn’t know by now
I think about you quite often
Somehow the words slipped out
We can say that I didn’t mean it but
I love you is the worst kept secret
We laughed it off
I could tell you were happy at my mistake
You went back to the east coast
I miss you became our most used phrase
We agreed we’d wait to say the words
We’ve been unabashedly counting the ways
Saying I love your smile
Your eyes
Your soul
Your lips
Your face
In case you didn’t know by now
I feel a certain way about you
In case you didn’t know by now,
I think about you quite often
Somehow the words slipped out
We can say that I didn’t mean it but
I love you is the worst kept secret
I’ve been scheming, dreaming, and wondering
Who’ll say it first when we get home
My head wants to control the situation
When my heart already knows
I already know by now
You feel a certain way about me
I think it's pretty clear by now that I…
So no matter how it happens
When we finally let the truth come out
We’ll both know that we really mean it ‘cause
I love you is the worst kept secret
|
Nicole Sophia Santa Barbara, California
Singer-songwriter Nicole Sophia's lyrically driven brand of indie pop/rock radiates joy, bad-assery, and vulnerability. Inspired by artists like Hozier, Sara Bareilles, Maggie Rogers, and Florence+the Machine, Nicole Sophia gravitated to songwriting at a young age. “The girl of a thousand questions” turned to music as a way to make sense of the beautiful messiness of being human. ... more
Streaming and Download help
If you like Nicole Sophia, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp