in the fall of my youth i try to make it up to you face the masonry with knives i try to save my little life but all the time it fails me will my back be shot right through from sitting slumped on my right side for all of my life it takes weeks not days to heal now heal now when when i dig into my skin the cuts are slow and shimmering the cuts are slow and shimmering but decade you rang pulled all the phonebooks out gather and leap again it s not the last time that i quit i don t want to be sick i don t want to be sick no more this is something that i m used to i don t want to be sick no more jot a note into the future if you re hiding blindly from the truth living lights obstruct the movement of other orbits in your view that orbit all around you and all the tiny frailties i never want to go but meteorites command me in fragments of my foolish mind they send me they send me
['bubblegrunge', 'folk punk', 'indie pop', 'indie punk', 'indie rock', 'small room']