"I can't live like this
Back and forth with a piece that's always missing.
You've skipped town too many times and you're still lost"
But I'm a pyre still burning
I just got lost in the fold
And shamed on Sunday morning
I got those pills that you like
by the bed
spend the night
"Your 'young Turks' dreams are dying
We're too old and never had good timing
Wrapped around my finger against my will
Let go you'll feel better I swear"
But I've been getting in line
Whipped into shape by guilt
I let go every time I'm punished by your desperate laughter
Trust me
It's easy
For a few days
Then I'm sober
This is the only thing I can't sweat out
In a haze of withdrawal
Showering by myself, head in my hands
That shrill desperate laughter is the only thing I want to hear
Specializing in bright, sunny "bedroom rock español," this Brooklyn singer-songwriter puts a unique spin on lo-fi music. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 18, 2024
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