idiotsaoirse dream

Katie MannersOct 21, 2021

Idiot, idiot, idiot. saoirse dream quietly self-diagnoses the “idiot” in the mirror as insecurity screams inside her skull. “I wish I fuckin’ worked right,” she sings in frustration, never outlining exactly what that looks like, but convinced she’s imperfect all the same. As the music builds to a frantic jungle breakbeat she reveals in the drop that she can’t be bothered asking for help anymore. She always texts first, and the best response she gets is a voice message and a like on her peach post. “And, ummm, please call me,” they all say, 15 seconds too late. I’m sorry, but saoirse can’t come to the phone right now. She’s laying facedown on the pavement, static tearing out the night sky.