i came and visited you at work i couldn t help but imagine you without your shirt and all i wanted was to hold your foot but i couldn t imagine how i ever could then came the passing of that strange urge but soon enough an even stranger urge emerged wanted to return to that safe pod where i believed in god and the validity of all my wants why do i always want to skip town don t i know its all the same everywhere around don t understand what i m thinking oh but i know that there s nothing to do there s nothing to do but move once i get to a new place oh don t i know that lonely s just where lonely hearts go and now i believe in hell and the validity of being well
['boston indie', 'boston rock', 'indie punk', 'lo-fi indie']