Hold so tight I break your hand/Fall from the saints to be your woman/Talk till the day to beg a chance/Bury my name under the sand/No you can’t
from Spilling Lines lyrics by Poliça
By breaking up her pain into manageable doses Channy seems to finally be turning a corner. But just when you thought it was safe she inexplicable returns to the memories that’s brought her so much turmoil. It’s likely that she’s trying to wrangle these emotions out now so they don’t manifest later.
