A Petty Feast

Family memory

Ania's sharp-tongued indie track — turning pettiness into a feast.

Lyrics

Transcribed from the recording — close to the song, but not always word-perfect.

Staring at the wall where the light used to glow, now there's just a shadow and nowhere to go.
You took the anchor, the distraction, the peace, now the static in my head will never cease.
The boredom's a weight that I can't lift, every second is a slow, bitter drift.
It was the only thing I had to keep the ghost away.
Now I'm drowning in the hours and the gray.
I'm a wreck in the kitchen, a ghost in the hole, play me to the wall.
Watching all the boredom play me to the wall.
I hear you snoring through the drywall, so smug, while I'm here unraveling on the rug.
You think the quiet means you've won, but I'm charting out the kitchen in the middle of the night.
I know exactly where the chips are kept.
The pantry door is open while the rest of the world's slept.
Steps alight, don't wake the beast, from the crumb, from the crumbs of petty feast, petty feast.
I'll take the salt, I'll take the sugar, leave the wrapper by your ear.
This is my revenge for the boredom and the fear.
It was the only thing I had to keep the ghost away.
Now I'm drowning in the hours and the gray.
I'm a wreck in the kitchen, a ghost in the hole, play me to the wall.
Watching all the boredom play me to the wall.
Checkmate, I'm still bored though.