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Ash
Indie Pop
Ash was released on June 21, 2024 by Megan Winsor / Cage Riot as a part of the album Intermission
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Release DateJune 21, 2024
LabelMegan Winsor / Cage Riot
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM72

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Megan Winsor
Megan Winsor
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Megan Winsor
Megan Winsor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dex Barstad
Dex Barstad
Producer

Lyrics

It was cold at first like a Southern bell.
You calm my intuitions with a witch’s spell.
It was nice once. We were good once.
Days went by like it was a new year
Better times were coming it was loud and clear
You were nice once. We were good once.
 
Tighten lungs then a puff of clouds,
Guess that's just my doubt.
But you smoke that cig like it ain’t your last
And left me here with ash.
We were having fun, we were being dumb.
And when we were together it was a loaded gun.
It was nice once. We were good once.
Now you go by another name.
But one too many people know you haven’t changed.
It was nice once. We were good once.
Tighten lungs then a puff of clouds,
It’s just my doubt.
But you smoke that cig like it ain’t your last
And left me here with the ash.
Left me with ash. (with the ash)
Tightened lungs then a puff of clouds. (with the ash)
Tightened lungs then a puff of clouds. (with the ash)
I wish that I was brave.
I wish that I conceded.
Didn’t tell you off.
Or tell you what you needed.
Meet me back outside,
You could bring the lighter
Maybe over cigs
We wouldn’t be the fighters.
I wish that I was brave.
I wish that I conceded.
Didn’t tell you off.
Or tell you what you needed.
Meet me back outside,
You could bring the lighter
Maybe over cigs
We wouldn’t be the fighters.
I wish that I was brave.
I wish that I conceded.
Didn’t tell you off.
Or tell you what you needed.
Meet me back outside,
You could bring the lighter
Maybe over cigs
We wouldn’t be the fighters.
It was cold at first like a Southern bell.
You calm my intuition with a witch’s spell.
It was nice once. We were good once.
Tighten lungs then a puff of clouds,
It’s not my doubt.
You smoke that cig like it ain’t your last
And I’m still here with the ash.
Written by: Megan Winsor
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