I'm nothing more than another waste of breath
But now I can see things a little more clearly
And you'd smile and say no you're doing just fine
But I don't feel like I'm doing so well now, no
And I can't explain how I really feel
When I try words just seem to fail me
And I broke windows walls and all your trust
With spiteful selfish fits of my guilty conscience eating me and
I know it's not wrong to want to be happy
I know that you're gone and I don't really miss anything
Or the way that you would push me out of your arms and say
You are quite positively the last person I would expect to let go
"I hate you don't ever speak to me again cause I won't respond to your endless indecision, you fuck with my emotions"
And I'll admit that I did some things that I shouldn't have but I didn't mean to hurt you and I can't reach out to the arms that hold my anxiety
The NYC trio push their blown-out garage-blues sound into new territory, on both reinterpreted classics and originals. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 5, 2019