every time my knees shake when i stand i think let me stay in this uncertainty i would like to not stop asking i would like to stop pretending i know anything so if you see me acting strong at the show remind me about the calf shaking in the pasture in the bright spring there under the roofs i will have nothing but the wind thats blowing through my ears only for a minute we could give up and know nothing in the morning light because knowing nothing again is the only way i cant forget the weight ive been tricked under and see it doesnt exist because nothing exists for a glass of water in the lake
['alternative rock', 'anti-folk', 'art pop', 'dream pop', 'indie rock', 'lo-fi indie', 'melancholia', 'washington indie']