nobody s here quiet soft air play solitarian life i notice my hands giving me loud applause if you re a goat you don t mind gee it s great to be home hobbies galore don t you engage in a craft don t you like it alone locked behind doors made the test you re the best passing the grade every time busy in love cutting up stuff writing the melodies light ten pounds a day isn t the kind of bread one would expect to be mine but there s always home hobbies galore why doesn t somebody talk don t you like me a lot locked behind doors where you at where m i at walking the floors over you nobody s here what would i care painting the musical night throw me away apathy blinded you just when my hobbies are right there s always home hobbies galore don t you engage in a craft don t you like it alone locked behind doors where m i at where you at walking the floors over you  i m growing through you i m growing through you i m going to to display my hobbies galore just for you i m growing through you i m going to to display my hobbies galore just for you i m growing through you i m going to to display my hobbies galore just for you
['art pop', 'chillwave', 'dream pop', 'experimental pop', 'indie garage rock', 'la indie', 'neo-psychedelic', 'new weird america']