Tipping the scales in the wrong direction
Biting my tongue until it bleeds
You saw the panic washing over my face
And now you’re watching me rinse and repeat
I want you to stay but I don’t want to be here
Its time for a break but the timing is not that great for me
Always expecting the worst
I’m pleading my case with a mouth full of dirt
Hoping to bury you with every word that’s left unspoken
I want to feeling something, anything
And I don’t need to self medicate
I’m already numb
The television doesn’t hold my attention
It only keeps me from falling asleep
The emptiness is filling up the space
Is this reality or is it a dream?
I wanted to stay but you don’t want to be here
Am I too late or am I where I’m supposed to be?
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The verse "Can't even buy a coffee without exploiting someone" got me. It really hits hard. For the entire length of the album it felt like the end of the world.
But to be perfectly honest, it's just how life is these days. And it's fucked up. szczur
Buoyant one-off release from a long-running Atlanta band who juggle garage rock, folk, and power pop; don't miss the Mark Morrison cover. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 9, 2024