you can only eat a cup of food per day
and I wonder if you’ll cry all night when I go away
fixing like delinquents fishing butts out the bowl
burying embarrassment without a funeral.
If you look around, you might find yourself in strange houses.
passing out on the cut down couch
there’s no fun in sitting on the sill with no window to look out.
fishing in my wishing well is punishable, so forfeit all your permits now before you get cemented in the hole.
and you’re too far gone when the weekend comes and you’re trying to get loud, but you’re so burnt out
Roiling, rattling post-punk with the metallic edges of industrial; this British group aims to exorcise darkness by channeling it. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 27, 2017