I'm stuck in a verse
Reciting every little detail to myself
Looking for something honest between the words on the page
Because there is only so much bitterness that I can take
Or that I can endure
Hands held tight shielding what we owe
These nights spent in marking what is ours
You're trust is misleading You're honesty is fake for all to see
Our best intentions spent
And the sign will read do not resuscitate
So for all that's left at stake we're counting out this one
(There’s nothing we could have done)
Calling a silence, we're treading the thorn
We're out of step with your song
Broken chords that sound all wrong
There's nothing to relate
You're known to snap peoples necks and hurt the ones that would call you a friend
Stop stop stop being so red in the face, Is it love or lust?
A small little face
Where are you when you're needed the most
Until there's nothing left you'll just pick out at my bones
We're ready to begin,
Why watch the walls when we could climb them instead?
We laugh at danger, burning nightmare fuel
But this segregation, your lack of encouragement
We walk a great divide,
A black hole full of lies.
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Found this album at a time I was in the habit of having a bad dream about you and me. It's great, the song's great, the band's great, corn dogs are probably mid at best. vincentavatar
Taking cues from Midwestern emo and early ’10 pop punk, this Leeds, UK outfit are full of heart— not to mention hooks. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 21, 2022