like glass shattering in a clean break this is the art of a mistake and we were like kids with a shotgun blowing up words till there were none and maybe i m too young maybe i m too young maybe we re too young to be playing with this gun i thought that i could destroy it aimed shot and fired missed the target but you keep coming back hand me fractured words through the lens of time and some things can t be burned even when they yearn to die maybe i m too young maybe i m too young maybe we re too young just playing with this gun with this gun like glass
['alternative pop', 'melancholia', 'slowcore']