It’s weird getting back into the swing of things here in New York, in my tiny studio, writing these songs every night. It’s almost like I never left…almost.
—Lyrics—
I know a secret
I keep it close
I have a fever
I keep it close
why do I pretend to know my own voice?
problematic memories of the day I came in
what do I remember now? I forget
why do I pretend to know my own voice
