I was living in color; HD, flat screen, reclined
Comfort and leather, but the picture got dimmer
This year I could swear the water tasted way worse
And I feel sick, the water tasted way worse
I was living all over, point at a place on a map I was down to go there
But if I’m being honest, I could feel the paper dulling up that shine
I could hear the friction, I could feel the grind
Because we’re falling out of love
You were sporting some leather, over Meat is Murder
It doesn’t get better, irony like that is reserved for the TV
For the TV
Are you on the TV? No, so take that shit away from me.
You’re hung over, been up all night no light
Is this your infinite summer?
Dressed up like a king
I feel resentment boiling in my blood
I think it’s time that we give this shit up
I love mom jeans. It immerses myself in those unforgettable feelings and makes me weep, and I smile as the trumpet starts to play. How wonderful. zhangzhanglang
Boston band featuring members of Have Heart and Basement take their earnest, motivational post-hardcore to thrilling new heights. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 23, 2023