I’ve seen some social media influencers and pop astrologers dub this latter half of 2025 “the season of yearning” or even “yearn-maxing”. I wrote this to express gratitude and frustration, conflicting emotions that come with the territory of being apart from the ones you love and missing the structure of simpler times, even when you felt confined. It’s a feeling I lately experience daily; painful but a little more familiar and comfortable each time. The bridge is something I’ve been writing in diaries and calling back to forever, over twenty years now.
I left this demo track bare for the raw catharsis and convenience. The original sketch had some microphone crackles that I decided to mask with an ambient fireplace sample instead of re-tracking because I am lazy. Some songs are kind of like food poisoning, where you just need to get the mess out of your system as quickly as possible, and by any means necessary. I really just needed this song to exist, and I needed to record it so I could torture myself by listening to it, instead of ripping up my throat sob-singing it. KM
Boundaries
Waiting weighs heavy on me
It’s an elephant in the room
The clock ticks
I’m a masochist
I chose this
Bliss and doom
How can you hold me down
And lift me up?
How can the quiet sounds say so much?
If this is what I want
Why is it haunting me?
If this is being free
Take me back to boundaries
Longing pulls hard on my nerves
Unravelling my dignity
The distance isn’t infinite
But it swells and constricts
Even in tranquility
How can you hold me down
And lift me up?
How can the quiet sounds say so much?
If this is what I want
Why is it haunting me?
If this is being free
Take me back to boundaries
Will this last a year or two
Or five or ten or twenty?
A pessimist’s guess is as good as any
How can you hold me down
And lift me up?
How can the quiet sounds say so much?
If this is what I want
Why is it haunting me?
If this is being free
Take me back to boundaries