Remember when love tasted like peppermint and thyme?
You were always there for me, ready to unwind
my stress, ready to confess how you feel blessed
to possess my caress.
Then I faded from your tapestry
and I waited for your downbeat.
It's a shame that the next time we speak,
I'll have to give you my two weeks.
[Chorus]
This boy is like a 9 to 5
and I'm working all this overtime
to maintain the grace we had in the first place.
I'm not punching cards no more,
watch me walk out the door.
Sick of getting underpaid
for love that's first grade.
'Course when I'm ready to leave
you start to see the good in me,
tell me my eyes are stars,
constellations in your heart, shining from far.
I understand it's hard to let go
of the strings attached to your puppet show.
I'm not cutting ties but you have to realize
affection's not something you can deny.
Breezy, lush R&B perfect for warm weather, inspired by Afro-Indigenous artist Clara Kent's heritage, culture, and personal journey. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 6, 2023