Drowning in Neon, Breathing Underwater
I spent three years in a glass tower in Tokyo, trading my
Ginny on the Rocks
Concrete Jungle, Liquid Gold Heartbeat
I’m not here to be a muse or some fragile piece
Silk, Sunsets, and No Second Guesses
I used to be a professional at waiting—waiting for the right
Insert Coin to Win Me Over
I’m not here for a fairy tale, and I certainly didn&
Raindrops, Silk, and a No-Strings Deal
The rain is blurring Seoul into a watercolor painting, but I’ve
Cold Sheets, Hot Blood
I woke up at 4 AM with the taste of expensive gin
Ink, Skin, and No Regrets
I’m not writing a love letter; I’m drafting a manifesto
Blue Petals, Cold Coffee, Hot Skin
I’m crouching here in this blue dress, pretending the world is
Petals, Pavement, and No Apologies
I’m standing on a crosswalk in the middle of Seoul, holding
Concrete Confessions in Sky Blue
I’m sitting on these gray stone steps, wearing a dress the
Saccharine Flesh & Cold Steel Hearts
I’ve spent three years building a career that makes people tremble
Salt Water, Wet Paws, and a Heart Made of Steel
I didn't come to this coast for a soul-searching retreat
