#stephanie floresca

[florescotron]

Lyrics: Calm, quiet in the corner Still inside of the room, come alive Caving in, feel the cold on my shoulders Thinking of the way that our skin used to collide Weathered boots in the doorway Weight heavy and the prints pressed down Waited up 'til well into the morning Begging not to let the lights flicker out

Follow me down. Follow me out.

(Stephanie Floresca)

[florescotron]

Used GarageBand on my iPhone for the first time! Here’s a rough draft of a song I’ve been working on called “After Dark”

Lyrics:

We could light this on fire

Promise not to tell, let’s keep it between you and myself

Watched each other fall in and out of the arms of someone else

I can feel the tension building up to heights

Need friction to make it all ignite

[florescotron]

(Greens and Greys) // Artwork by the incredibly talented Jasmin Kim, aka JSMNKM www.rawartists.org/jsmnkm www.instagram.com/jsmnkm/

[florescotron]

An acoustic cover of Miguel's Do You

[linedcanvas]

A new dimension of disappointment

Like waiting for oil and water to unite through turbulence

harmonious, briefly

but the physics behind the rule of inevitability is unfailing

Edges collide but were never destined to deliquesce

Held sacred my viscosity throughout the shades of adolescence 

Seldom find the ability to appreciate the milliseconds within hours anymore

Or the importance of present being

We take measurements in years

Searched for a shortcut to happiness and found rhythm in greed

Paid my condolences to bliss in ignorance

with hundreds of thousands in fucking student loans

Watched your mouth promise me gold

A brief, crisp metallic climax of olfaction

On landing, I saw the overpriced caviar on the thick, marble table and

envied your skewed perspective of "pocket change"

I made myself collapsible to fit into a life

contrived to be predictable

though her course is capricious by nature

And I am halfway to a hollowed-out Nirvana

[linedcanvas]

Feels like atlas unraveling.

Feels like bargaining with someone about decisions already defined.

Feels like my collapsed lungs longing for just half a breathe of air to say twice the amount of “sorry.”

I’d rather scream long, dramatic phrases at each other for stupid reasons than have silent arguments when you go to bed angry.

[theindecisiveone]

Holy fuck Stephanie. I want to hear you sing this live.

[florescotron]

This is a demo recorded with the macbook mic. I'll re-record with the usb mic soon. -Steph