lost and so moving like everyone tickl d till it hurts and gasping in the laugh gaps sick friends is street cred i guess and heartbreaks are just like birthdays i ve told so many cities about you telling time in miles and how those shy eyes boast the bold old ghost of original sin we all know monogamy s just a function of capitalism and love it s consequential construct of culture so cash in your holy lusts usher out your doubts lend out your best bent up hopes lay the planks of this noah s ark all your own conjugate lay and lie between appetites and apologize i am over the counter productive culture
['chicago indie', 'emo', 'emo punk', 'experimental indie rock', 'post-hardcore']