Picked you up with your pink suitcase
On a tired shitty rainy day
Just you and me on 1-93
Temporary therapeutic lobotomy
There are roads that you have crossed
That have left you feeling lost and empty
Has the price that you have paid
Left a hue of faded jade?
Is there pride in your demise?
Tension settles with the clear skies
But clouds don't block your calls
It's the walls that you've built up
In time you'll find that the faith of your friends will wear thin as you withdraw
Don't let yourself go to waste, ill help you find some clear safe space. Trust in time that you'll be fine, keep your head held high and keep your feet in stride
I hope you figure out just this one thing
I hope you figure this out
I hope you figure out just this one thing
I hope you figure it out
I hope you know
I can't stand anymore than you can on just two feet. In the house that you built on the backs of your friends, in a bed we made, you'll lie in it.
Self-described "power goth" band from Colorado goes maximalist with a strident album inspired by ’90s pop punk, emo, and alternative. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 30, 2023