I’ve never been to the East Coast but I have an urge to move to Pittsburgh.
There’s something gleaming in the water there
I’m sure.
I’m racing my friends to the grave
I feel so damn selfish but I just don’t think that I’d do as good without them as they would without me.
I’m a key straight locked inside the car
Forgotten.
I was too pouty.
Looking for the answers as I hang all alone
A cheat sheet needed of everything I’ve ever known.
Face glued to my phone
It failed.
I’m lonely.
I should read more books
But when I do I never want them to end.
Tried to be different
I’m the same.
I’m sorry.
I should watch less TV
I am a capitalist’s wet dream.
Everything I’m into is loud and scary.
Frightening, frightening, frightening, frightening.
Like a corporate executive needs marrow from a lamb
Sometimes I just need to hear I’m loved the way I am.
Too bad everyone I know signs up to be hurt far too often
Myself included.
Erudite chamber pop that hearkens back to the elegant and experimental production of the 1960s, swinging from melancholia to playfulness. Bandcamp New & Notable May 13, 2016