well it s finally time for this makeshift and rhyme and misery she hides the unwanted unwind and listenin in colors and significant others just by and the voiceless debate when the clock s face is straight just echoes these pale bathroom walls where i wait but all this white silence is better than violence for now and for every redressing that discounted blessings seems every lost kid got some diction to guessing but back washed malt liquor never tasted much sicker than now and the blunt broken poets too uknown not to know it upon their illusions in brains where i stow it here s my hosanna not a moment of plannin tonight cause heard by this light anything could sound right reflections of truth through the vaccuum night but these words are still nothing but a bullshit kid bluffing for now and still undiscovered in a riptide of lovers some someday away we wait for each other where cause is the means all my flaws go unseen unlike now so i m calling out to you a memory once you knew now seems so deformed both so wrong and so true and i frighten the virtues of a person like you who just wrestles in bed with every thought of the head if i wake here tomorrow i won t be the same and i can t let you watch me just wastin my brain but baby be kind to what i leave behind anyhow
['bay area indie', 'stomp and holler']