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Demos From A Hospital Bed

by Wilted Flower

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1.
You watched me age 19, bury my dad And you asked for his permission to become my wife, the day before he died And he’ll never know my next lover No he’ll never know my next lover No he’ll never know my next lover Coffee and cigarettes back when I took part in neither, too young to understand but look at me now Pinot in a can in one hand, cigarette in the other Putting it out on my arm because that hurts less than you, lover Putting it out on my arm because that hurts less than you, lover Putting it out on my arm because that hurts less than you And I don’t want to deal with death I don’t want to shake his hand anymore He took you from me way too soon And I don’t want to deal with death And when did you fall out of love Do you remember the first time you looked at me And didn’t feel anything Did it happen overnight or did it slowly seep in Coffee and cigarettes back when I took part in neither, too young to truly understand but look at me now Pinot in a can in one hand, cigarette in the other Putting it out on my arm because that hurts less than you, lover Putting it out on my arm because that hurts less than you Putting it out on my arm because that hurts less than you They both left a scar, but that hurt less than you And they both left a scar, but that hurt less than you
2.
Sculptor 03:10
And you’ll all sigh with relief When I’m buried beneath Chipping away at time, slowly but with force Making a sculpture of who I once was I don’t think she lives in me anymore But I’m desperately trying to get her back But with every crack, what’s underneath is coming to light and it’s a darkness which I cannot fight And you’ll all sigh with relief When I’m buried beneath Don’t visit me there, save your grief For someone more deserving of it More deserving of it Don’t visit me in your dreams, save your sleep For someone more deserving of it More deserving of it Don’t visit me there, save your grief For someone more deserving of it More deserving of it Don’t visit me in your dreams, save your sleep For someone more deserving of it More deserving of it And you’ll all sigh with relief When I’m buried beneath
3.
It’s not poetic I’m just in pain And pen to paper for a little while quietens the hurricane But I can’t escape from me, the eye of the storm My body is weathered, bruised and torn My aching ribs can no longer protect my heart from the immeasurable pain Ultimately I’ll die as I lived terrified and trapped in a cage
4.
Blisters 03:17
I’m sick of bandages, and blood on the carpet There’s so many cracks and they’re widening I’m watching myself become everything I said I’d never be I feel so defeated, serotonin depleted Every bone aching, I don’t think I’ll make it I’m so nauseous, I’m breaking I’m covered in blisters, that won’t heal I don’t think I can take it anymore I’m so sorry I don’t think I can take it anymore I’m so sorry I don’t think I can take it anymore I feel so defeated, serotonin depleted Every bone aching, I don’t think I’ll make it Every bone aching, I don’t think that I will make it Every bone aching, I don’t think that I will make it I’m covered in blisters, that won’t heal I’m covered in blisters, that won’t heal I don’t think I can take it anymore I don’t think I can take it anymore I’m sick of bandages, and blood on the carpet There’s so many cracks and they’re widening I’m watching myself become everything I said I’d never be I’m covered in blisters that won’t heal
5.
Broken Soul 03:31
Maybe I’m not designed to be anything but another heart to break Because it keeps being broken over and over again And I keep trying to cling on and patch one hole While bleeding out of another It’s all a mess and it’s not one I can keep trying to clean up I keep slipping in my own blood that just won’t dry Maybe it’s all a balancing act, but I’m no flamingo I’m a broken soul, ready to go where broken souls go I’m a broken soul, ready to go where broken souls go I said I wouldn’t go with words left in me But i think the pain outweighs any art I could ever create
6.
The Void 03:06
There are so many signs I’m slipping, but I feel like I’m screaming and banging on this glass that surrounds me that no one else can see, and they can’t hear me but I’m getting further and further away And I fear I’m falling down, down into the dirt And they won’t hear my frantic, terrified calls for help And I’ll keep on falling down until I can’t make it back And they’ll be looking for the signs That tell them what I lacked And I don’t know how to stop the burning in my blood And I don’t know how to put out the flames that spread through my brain And I don’t know how I stay, when I can’t catch my breath for long enough And I don’t know how I stay, when I can’t catch my breath for long enough to say Long enough to say, I don’t think I’ll be okay The poison in my mind, Is quickly spreading through my veins And the part of me that wants to stay Isn’t strong enough to wait For a solution that doesn’t end in this way But the rope is calling my name And I can’t look away And I don’t know how to stop the burning in my blood And I don’t know how to put out the flames that spread through my brain And I don’t know how I stay, when I can’t catch my breath for long enough And I don’t know how I stay, when I can’t catch my breath for long enough to say Long enough to say, I don’t think I’ll be okay I don’t think I’ll be okay I know I won’t be okay
7.
Heartless 01:56
I guess people fall out of love, I wish I knew how Because you left and I was left broken apart No more metaphorical heart surgery, take the whole thing out
8.
‪I’ve started crossing the road with my eyes shut again, I’ll take that as a sign that I’m not doing too well ‬ I’ve started smoking again, trying not to put them out on my arm There’s already so much smoke in my chest And fire in my lungs So what’s another one? I haven’t breathed easy for a while now The cold keeps sleeping in And I’m struggling to keep warm Even on summer evenings I've not been doing too well I've not been doing too well I've not been doing too well I've not I’ve been drinking again, making myself more unwell It numbs the pain and helps for a little while There’s already so much scarring on my liver And pain in my chest So what’s another one? I wish I’d disappear in this cloud of smoke That covers my face Because I don’t recognise myself when I’m not self-destructing It’s all I’ve known, for so long and happiness has never been a friend of mine I wish I’d disappear in this cloud of smoke That covers my face Because I don’t recognise myself when I’m not self-destructing It’s all I’ve known, for so long and happiness has never been a friend of mine I won’t reach out because I’m sick of being a tornado, destroying everyone in my path I don’t mean to but I’m a bomb that’s meant to go off and everything will be better when it finally does I've not been doing too well I've not been doing too well I've not been doing too well Can't you tell? I've not been doing too well I've not been doing too well I've not been doing too well Can't you tell?

about

As you may know, I (Micki) spent 2 months on a psych ward last year, it was by far the scariest and hardest thing I’ve ever done, but it saved my life. In a classic and perhaps cliche way, I managed to turn the experience into art. These are the demos from my hospital bed, the unedited, raw, painfully honest audio ripped from videos I took of the songs I wrote while I was in hospital and video messages I sent to various people. I’m releasing them because with the hard topics I write about, and songs in general, I don’t think there’s anything more authentic than when you’re in that moment. I’ve always wanted my lyrics and emotion to be the most important thing in my music, over any production value or commercial viability. I want my music to mean something to people. Because of this, It’s incredibly painful to listen back, but I’m hoping that if people relate they can find hope in my words. Even though I’m still fighting my demons, with the help of professionals, friends, family and my own strength I’ve come such a long way and that’s an important thing to remind yourself of. I listened to a lot of music myself that really helped me, notably Sufjan Stevens, Wish You Were Here, The Postal Service, Flatsound and so many more that gave me the strength that I want my music to give others.

I will be recording some of them ‘properly’ on my next album but I really felt like it was important and could possibly be helpful to get the demos out there, I didn’t always have privacy, so the audio is far from clean and far from uninterrupted, but this is ‘Demos From A Hospital Bed’

(any money I get from sales will be going directly into the recording of my next album and the tour I’m planning around that)

Thanks so much for reading/listening

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released March 5, 2020

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Wilted Flower Nottingham, UK

Notts based emo folk duo

Micki combines haunting, powerful vocals with heart-wrenching lyrics focusing on mental health, love & loss

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