It’s weird to release a song that is already ten years old on the day of publishing. But this song, today, is. I wrote it ten years ago and never felt good enough at recording to put it on metaphorical tape. Now I did. :)

You ran away and took a story with you
Then you came back
The story was gone and so were you
Living in a wreck

And I don’t want to worry any more
About your happy face
It makes me sick seeing you there
Without a tear

I’d like to know
Why you put them away
Oh Anna why
Did you fish your happy face out of that box in the attic

Tiny things are harder to adore
The older you grow
You’ve got such a fragile
Little heart