hey i ll go away you let me take my own damn car to brooklyn ny usa i ll dream embarrassing reverie i m all detached feeling like myself i ll drink too much i ll cause a big scene and i ll breathe i don t care who sees i ll be nobody i ll be the wind blowing through the leaves when i fall i will not be ashamed at all you ll see a failure you wanna brand my losing streak you wanna be the 8 ball why i curiously catch your eye the blood that s keeping it alive is the illusion of the limelight manhood the tragically misunderstood and you will bury the bad blood i am remiss i am bodiless output what you see it could not possibly be me i m your diversion i am the wind blowing down your tree it s plain i lit the groundwork up in flames we watch the smoke rise you wanna name my weakness you wanna be the rain
['alabama indie', 'art pop', 'bubblegrunge', 'chamber pop', 'folk', 'indie folk', 'indie pop', 'indie rock']