

You came with a cup so full
I let you pour, I let you pour
Every kind word on my floor
Like rain at the back door
You said, "I just want to help"
And I believed you
Now every corner of my room
Is starting to bloom
Too much kindness
Too much kind
It soaked right in
Then drowned the line
I kept saying yes
Like it was love
Now the ground is tired
And I can't lift enough
Too much water
Too much water
Too much water
My roots can't breathe
Too much water
Too much water
I need some air
I need some leaves
I tried to grow through the flood
Tried to stand in the mud
But your hands kept coming back
With another soft attack
I know you meant me well
I know your heart was clean
But even good rain turns mean
When it never leaves
Too much kindness
Too much kind
It soaked right in
Then drowned the line
I kept saying yes
Like it was love
Now the ground is tired
And I can't lift enough
Too much water
Too much water
Too much water
My roots can't breathe
Too much water
Too much water
I need some air
I need some leaves
So let the surface dry
Let the hurt have shape
I'm not a house for storms
I'm a seed in the clay
You can love me best
By stepping back
By letting quiet come
By letting me crack
Too much water
Too much water
Too much water
My roots can't breathe
Too much water
Too much water
I need some air
I need some leaves
- Lyricist
Arlith Sove
- Composer
Arlith Sove
- Producer
Owen Glasswick
- Vocals
Arlith Sove

Listen to Too Much Water by Arlith Sove
Streaming / Download
- 1
Humidity Gauge
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- ⚫︎
Too Much Water
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- 3
Vines on the Curtain Rod
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- 4
Leaves I Kept Too Long
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- 5
Wrong Soil
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- 6
Root Circle
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- 7
Pruned Too Late
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- 8
Under the Grow Light
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- 9
The Pot Remembers
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- 10
Repot Me Gently
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- 11
No Bloom This Season
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- 12
Room for the Roots
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Inside the greenhouse that was supposed to protect her, her emotions slowly warped into the shape of their pot
Kindness that had been overwatered, vines that were never cut back, dead leaves she could not throw away, soil that never suited her
She was not withered
She simply had nowhere left to put down her roots
Arlith Sove's first album is a humid botanical art pop record that portrays emotion through the acts of growing, pruning, and repotting it