Getting day drunk all through the week. Scared of breaking up the routine. It seems like nothing matters to me. Nothing matters anymore. My heart still beats like a bass drum. Off tempo, no rhythm, but still plays a melody. Please don’t come over, you’re not allowed. I promise I will figure myself out. Don’t come over.It’s just me in the kitchen looking up at the clouds. I wonder what they talk about.
The lightning strikes in my garden. Where I have planted all my courage. One day they’ll blossom again, until then, I must prepare for any accidents. A jolt of energy may bring the death of me.
When the lights go out, do the clouds roam around? Or do they stay above my head?
Energetic math-rock riffs, gravelly punk vocals, and midwestern emo textures come together in cathartic fashion on the Oregon band's debut. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 11, 2023
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