Chloe Smiles: Golden Medal Garden Teas


I don’t speak anymore I don’t want to
I hardly like you
Not much to share

Yesterday I called my youth
Newly strayed with shit to do
Not enlightened but I like the view
Killing my time by two-fold
Greet a fate or grow old
It happens anyways

So I guess that I’ll go home and just cry in bed
Just like a can phone strings are attached
Connecting me to everything
And so I negotiate
With trivial too fraught proclivities
I wish that I had seen the whole thing coming

Against my will, I ran amidst
A plastic field of late friendships
It’s hard to articulate
And if I had previewed the show
I would have backed out long ago
Life happens anyways

So I guess that I’ll go home and just cry in bed
Just like a can phone strings are attached
Connecting me to everything
And so I negotiate
With trivial too fraught proclivities
I wish that I had seen the whole thing coming

I don’t speak anymore I don’t want to
I hardly like you not much to share

This song is definitely my favorite song I’ve put out, I spent a long time trying to figure out how to stick with an idea when writing a new song and I feel like I’ve really nailed it with this one. The song is about how life goes down and we’re all real and exist, and there’s nothing any of us can do about it. The title comes from an old tea box that used to sit in my now dead grandmother’s house.

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