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Fawn
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Indie Pop
Fawn was released on June 26, 2026 by Woof Records as a part of the album The Gallery
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Release DateJune 26, 2026
LabelWoof Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM55

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sasha Allen
Sasha Allen
Lead Vocals
Gabby Clarke
Gabby Clarke
Harmonica
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sasha Allen
Sasha Allen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeremy Schmett
Jeremy Schmett
Producer

Lyrics

You're playing bright eyes, a song floating under us
It wasn't the lyrics that fucked me up
Just remembering all that you've run from
You've got it bad but it takes one to know one
I'm ripping out all the cups from the cabinets
Glass hits the ground, it just makes me mad again
Stubbornly sweeping what's left of the sacrament
Cry in your piled up clothes while you're packing 'em
You fucking called it didn't you?
And you've earned some sort of closure
But I'll be a piece of shit, park it, and rust out the rotors
You'll learn that I'm not devoted
Just need to know there's a god
to clean up what I've broken
And you fucking called it didn't you?
I'm just desperate for urges to give into
It isn't you
Drop to my knees, beg for the dearly departed
Undressing me slow in your college apartment
Lay me to rest once again in the darkness
To feel your heart beating curled up on the carpet
And Jesus would hold us if he heard me praying
You're stuck inside something, the comfort of craving
But I would still give you what we were creating
It's not so much anger, just desperation
You've earned some sort of closure
But I'll be a piece of shit, park it, and rust out the rotors
You'll learn that I'm not devoted
Just need to know there's a god
to clean up what I've broken
And you fucking called it didn't you?
I'm just desperate for urges to give into
it isn't you
You're not the fawn, and I'm not the farmer
We're just bags of blood and bones
I'm not the buck, you were never the archer
You held your breath when I started to choke
And I'm just a liar, you're not a liar
The night that I burned myself down with the bridge
When I dropped the lighter and fell through the fire
I only felt shame that you saw what I did
And you've earned some sort of closure
But I'll be a piece of shit, park it, and rust out the rotors
You'll learn that I'm not devoted
Just need to know there's a god
To clean up what I've broken
And you fucking called it didn't you?
I'm just desperate for urges to give into
It isn't you
Written by: Sasha Allen
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