written on Friday the 13th 2012. :) I was going to put this on Poe's Ghost but it's not nearly 'dark' enough :P
lyrics
It's early in the morning
she's up on her feet
it's Friday the 13th
but she doesn't believe
she's not superstitious
she doesn't need
anyones prayers
she washes her face
in a mirror that's cracked
she closes the door
and doesn't look back
she's been shattered before
like the medicine chest
time doesn't heal
like the drugs it holds
that's just something we say
something we're told
it's early in the morning
she's headed out
she steps on the cracks
she won't go around
the ladders that climb
up the sides of her town
she passes through
it's not like you
expect the worst
the universe
is listening
and as the ladder crashes
a man advances
and catches her
before she falls
and for a moment
they sway together
she hears him say
"this could be a lucky day"
it's early in the morning
he's up on his feet
she kisses him then she
watches him leave
she's not superstitious
she doesn't believe
in love at first sight
that might be alright
for the young and naive
but she doesn't need
Friday 13th
Friday 13th
Introspective, homespun folk tunes from John Donne that feel informed by the sugary bleakness of '80s and '90s indie pop. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 1, 2023