i heard those dulcet tones ring out in the coming gloaming of the evening you said they sound like home but i don t know i always feel alone but you won t let me indulge that terrible side that feels condemned to roam like a dog on the streets of bucharest so we continue on the sun dips west until it s totally gone you said some nights it seems like a dream that it could ever come back again you re just a bird in clothes your tiny heart beats furiously inside your tank topped brittle bones as you trace a circle with no inside
['indie punk', 'orgcore']