Attachment lyrics

I can’t stop thinking about your hair

in the wind

and your hands on my waist

Why do I feel insecure around you

Is it some fucked up childhood thing

Like we just met

I don’t even know your birthday…

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finishing 4th year of med school

It's truly been a wild ride, reflecting on my path to this point, and yet it feels like mundane, like “everyday.” Hours upon hours spent holed in, romanticizing about making music and performing, yet filling my brain with biological pathways…

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