I’ll go cold tonight because I’m burning these clothes
Now I’ve trained my eyes not to focus up close
I have lost all of my fingers
Because I can’t stop playing with knives
And my faith breaks
When I can’t shake this feeling
Of being lonely when I’m not alone
In this lowered light she exposes her soul
She is desperate, she will swallow you whole
I have lost track of my fingers
Because I can’t stop counting the lies
Of these damn fakes
I just can’t hold this feeling
I can’t breathe with my head in the sand
When did you know?
Should you even tell me?
There's a ghost here tonight
Oh how it mocks me
I like to pretend I have a really talented friend who recorded this album as a gift. That's what it feels like; a gift from a stupidly close friend. sherryking
Strange and angsty alternative rock from Los Angeles that hovers between haunting and pretty and sharp and driving. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 27, 2023