No One Likes Me When They Get To Know Me | Dark Experimental Instrumental | Bone Radio | Loui Crow

Most of the songs on Bone Radio are instrumental. Every once in a while, a few words crawl out from under the furniture. This one only says one thing, twice. *“No one likes me when they get to know me.”* There's a particular kind of loneliness in wanting someone to know you while being terrified of what they'll find. I think sometimes I confuse being known with being exposed. Like if someone gets close enough, they'll find the part of me that panics, gets defensive, says something strange, or needs more reassurance than I know how to ask for. Like a little animal that wants to be held but keeps checking where the exits are. The porcupine wants company. The quills have other plans. And sometimes I catch myself deciding what somebody thinks of me before they've even had a chance to tell me. Some days, being understood feels like the thing I want most. Other days, being understood feels terrifying. I think there's a little animal in me that wants to come closer and another one already backing toward the door. It's a strange little habit. An exhausting one, too. Still figuring out how to let them both exist. I wonder how many people carry some version of this sentence around. How many have mistaken the fear of being disliked for proof that they are. If this sentence has ever lived in your head, there's room for you here. Anyway. Here's a little piece of mine. 🖤 If you read this far.. May you take up a little more room today. May your paws stay planted when the old urge to disappear comes knocking. May someone get to know you slowly, see your quills, and stay long enough to meet the soft little animal underneath. May you find someone who hears the shake in your voice and moves their chair a little closer. Louicrow.com I make these pieces in Suno by experimenting with prompts, instruments, textures, rhythms, and arrangements until something catches me. Most of my Loui Crow songs have with lyrics I write. Bone Radio is the other drawer: mostly instrumental, occasionally carrying little hums, breaths, whispers, or an occasional few lyrics.