Don’t dedicate a song to me.
I want a whole album.
One song feels impulsive. Like you were in a mood. An album means you sat with it. That you kept coming back. That the feeling didn’t leave when the night ended.
I like the idea of being a theme. Different tracks, different moods. One for when you miss me. One for when you’re sure. One for when you’re thinking about me and trying not to admit it. That feels accurate.
A song is cute. An album tells me I stayed with you.
I don’t need grand gestures for attention. I like devotion that shows up over time. Something that unfolds. Something that has depth and repetition and intention behind it.
If you’re going to feel something about me, feel all of it.
Let it have chapters. Let it have range.
So no, don’t give me a song.
Sit with it longer than that.
Oh and have you heard the album lover? You should from Love Oct. 5th here.