EPISODE · Nov 4, 2025 · 4 MIN
The Tempest
from Steph Something · host Steph Something
Wawa - Instrumental Steph Something - Vocal melody, lyrics, vox Max Deago - Lead Guitar The Tempest Woke with the radio arguing with my veins Poured last night's promises down the sink and watched them drown Slid my sins into my pockets like loose change But not enough for a cab or forgiveness Worked a smile into the corner of my face Held the world together for a moment Then it peeled away I dig with my bare hands Nails full of time, lungs full of dust If I ever reach daylight I’ll tell it the truth I was the tempest nobody checked for And I stormed anyway You said weekend like a promise I took it like a dare Leaned too close and burned my palms on someone else's fire Now I trace the outlines of names I used to keep They’re thin as the smoke of a cigarette and gone before I can say them But I kept the good parts pinned beneath my ribs I did I dig with my bare hands Nails full of time, lungs full of dust If I ever reach daylight I’ll tell it the truth I was the tempest no one checked for And I stormed anyway I practice apologies in bathroom mirrors Watch the sink fill with rehearsals Watch my eyes leaving themselves I dig with my bare hands Nails full of time, lungs full of dust If I ever reach daylight I’ll tell it the truth I was the tempest no one checked for And I stormed away
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Wawa - Instrumental Steph Something - Vocal melody, lyrics, vox Max Deago - Lead Guitar The Tempest Woke with the radio arguing with my veins Poured last night's promises down the sink and watched them drown Slid my sins into my pockets like loose change But not enough for a cab or forgiveness Worked a smile into the corner of my face Held the world together for a moment Then it peeled away I dig with my bare hands Nails full of time, lungs full of dust If I ever reach daylight I’ll tell it the truth I was the tempest nobody checked for And I stormed anyway You said weekend like a promise I took it like a dare Leaned too close and burned my palms on someone else's fire Now I trace the outlines of names I used to keep They’re thin as the smoke of a cigarette and gone before I can say them But I kept the good parts pinned beneath my ribs I did I dig with my bare hands Nails full of time, lungs full of dust If I ever reach daylight I’ll tell it the truth I was the tempest no one checked for And I stormed anyway I practice apologies in bathroom mirrors Watch the sink fill with rehearsals Watch my eyes leaving themselves I dig with my bare hands Nails full of time, lungs full of dust If I ever reach daylight I’ll tell it the truth I was the tempest no one checked for And I stormed away
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