North Star

Lo-fi Americana with soft folk and ambient tones, southern gothic, baritone guitar, soft mallet drums, front porch reverb, Country Noir, Female vocals—vulnerable, warm, half-whispered like a late-night confession on a front porch, Minimalist acoustic guitar, subtle ambient textures, Ethel Cain meets Marissa Nadler type vocals, Emotional tone is tender but heavy—friendship, protection, dream folk lullaby, 90s anthem

I’ll stand on your front doorstep In the middle of the night Kudzu swallowed mine And I know you won’t mind But still, I know it’s not the best of times And I can’t pretend I didn’t see The way that he stared He looked right through you Like you weren’t even there So honey, I wrote this And I know you’re aware But you’re still my best friend And I just want to be there So you don’t feel alone It’s always the little things That seem to hurt the most It’s not the things he says to you It’s the way he’s unaware Let me tell you one last thing And we can call it a night I’ll drive back home And stay outside—it’s alright I want to see the North Star It reminds me of you I’ll bring a piece back And share it only with you He doesn’t seem to care But honey, I do So here’s a star. And just to be clear This isn’t a love song. I’m just making you aware That you’ve always been The North Star.

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