FIRST WOUND
art-pop. pop
December 17, 2025
“First Wound” is an intimate art-pop song about the first experience that truly leaves a mark — not as heartbreak, but as imprint. Rather than focusing on loss or nostalgia, the song explores how certain encounters continue to live within us long after they have ended. It reflects on a connection that was intense, formative, and incomplete — one that shaped perception, emotional awareness, and the sense of self. At its core, First Wound acknowledges a quiet paradox: the ability to move forward, to grow freer and more independent, while still carrying an experience that remains deeper than anything that followed. The “first wound” is not portrayed as pain that needs healing, but as a reference point — the moment where closeness, imbalance, and emotional depth were felt for the first time. The song portrays the other person with restraint and subtlety. They appear not through explicit description, but through traces: touch, presence, words that “changed the air.” Growth happens through resonance rather than instruction — through being seen, understood, and gently expanded. Lyrically, the song is deliberately reduced. Short lines, physical images, and repetition replace explanation. The chorus moves in circles rather than toward resolution, reinforcing a state instead of a conclusion. By shifting from “I” to “we,” the song opens the personal experience into a shared one, allowing listeners to recognise their own history within it. First Wound does not seek closure or judgment. It speaks from a place of maturity, where understanding replaces regret. The song ends without answers, suggesting that some experiences are not meant to be resolved — only carried forward as part of who we become.
art-pop. pop
December 17, 2025
A thousand hours
Still under my skin,
You never really left me,
You just weren’t in.
The way you touched me
Still living in my hands,
Some things don’t disappear,
They learn to live instead.
I didn’t know it then,
But I know it now
That was the first wound,
That showed me how.
CHORUS:
We’ve been further,
We’ve been free,
But in that life,
You’re my first wound.
First wound.
In that life,
You’re my first wound
deeper than all.
Words that changed the air around me,
I became more than I was.
You knew when silence mattered,
I filled my every gap.
Danced until your hair was wet,
Lost inside the night.
You felt things without asking
If they’d turn out right.
CHORUS:
We’ve been further,
We’ve been free,
But in that life,
You’re my first wound.
First wound.
In that life,
You’re my first wound
deeper than all.
BRIDGE:
I don’t miss you
I miss who I was.
Before love taught me
What it costs.
FINAL CHORUS:
We’ve been further,
We’ve been free,
But in that life,
You’re my first wound.
First wound.
In that life,
You’re my first wound
deeper than all.