nails down my back like a chalkboard
i am the only one who can call your bluff
your tongue leaves a trail like a slug
i am paralyzed
i am not enough
placate your hands with a faint whisper
i am begging you
i am begging you
grip so tight i can feel my fingers blister
this is all my fault
this is all my fault
and i don't wanna die
it's just a thing i say sometimes
it's just a thing i say sometimes
and i don't feel alive
don't feel like i'm falling
feel like i'm shoved
this can't be love
this can't be
A whimsical and carefree home recording project explores the outer fringes of math rock, psych, and alternative pop. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 8, 2019