I just want your love, baby.
I’ll even pour me empty.
I’m that lost for your love, baby,
to let you pull the strings
until I can’t recognize when my actions are mine.
And when my time comes,
I won’t know what I'm made of.
I am what I’m missing
and I am what I fight.
Vanilla competition.
Take me off the knife.
Build me up across that borderline.
I’ve been stuck between the black and white.
No half reigns on without the other.
Build me up ‘til I am whole and mine.
Identify me.
Hold your color-coded territory up.
Which half do you want, baby?
Which half of me is better?
I’m too light for the night,
too dark for the daytime.
Don’t know what I’m made of.
I cannot describe me.
My tongue is tied down when English feels too heavy.
I’ve got no way to tell you why I am what I’m missing
and I am what I fight.
Vanilla competition.
Take me off the knife.
Build me up across that borderline.
I’ve been stuck between the black and white.
No half reigns on without the other.
Build me up ‘til I am whole and mine.
The four songs on the new EP from Rylie DeGarmo give country melodies a mysterious glow, recalling the best of Cowboy Junkies. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2022