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Follow Rowena Official on... Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/7hkVF... Instagram:   / rowena.official_   TikTok:   / rowena.official_   Facebook:   / rowena.official.nl   Twitter:   / rowena_official   Soundcloud:   / rowena_official   #newmusic #music #mentalhealth #newmusicalert #mentalhealthrecovery "For anyone who’s ever stood still in a place meant for moving." Between aisle of yellow labels The light comes down too hard Everything is shouting quietly People pass like silhouettes Ghosts in weekday clothes Eyes and mind somewhere else Not here. Not sharp. All looking away. Aisle by aisle, step by step. And this basket digging in my palm Marks spelling out my name Noise without a frame around it Just pieces Scattered in my brain If I let go for a second I’m afraid it might all feel the same This basket digging in my palm Like I might forget my name Half a list inside my pocket Half of it already gone Cart wheels scrape along the linoleum Like a tired Familiar song No single picture Only pieces Cans and cartons Rows of grey I catch myself in the freezer door And I almost look away ‘Cause this basket digging in my palm Leaves a pattern I can’t shake Noise without a frame around it Every choice another ache If I let go for a second Will I still feel quite the same? This basket digging in my palm Holds me here Or I drift away Line creeps forward Someone sighs Scanner beeps A little cry I mouth the numbers Fake a smile (hey) Like I’ve practiced all my life With this basket digging in my palm I rehearse who I’ve become All this noise without a frame All these faces Coming undone If I let go for a second Will I still feel quite the same? This basket digging in my palm Like I might forget my name ISRC NL8WV2600007