Heavy with hoping, oh my beg your pardon
Home is where the heart is but mine’s always hardened
With every promise swear it won’t be forgotten
With every strike swear this sword will be sharpened
I can’t go back when there was no drive
Tired eyes lie, I’m still very alive
Unapologetic, this’ll hurt if you let it
One foot out the door, the future is silhouetted
Aint it sweet? Lullabies and pretty things?
Brought you some flowers, don’t you remember me?
Silly me, sicken fiend, don’t owe you a fucking thing
Say it with me, I don’t owe you a fucking thing
I said I’d never let it get the best of me
And I know just how far it goes
Gutted from the summer moving work in the cold
This was all I ever wanted to be
And I’m human with the motion
Gotta be careful I might drown in the ocean
Relentless, wrecking havoc
Partial to the Midas touch you’ll have it
Chalk it up to habit
In my darkest hours the waves wake from ashes
And with my two hands, I do produce this
And I don’t need your word to approve this
Attuned here taking all that I can here
Listen closely, tell me what you can hear
Is it the thought to the end of the drought?
Is it the howls at the door you locked us out?
Is it the hand bent grasping for more?
Is it the fact that we’re more than what you bargained for?
I said I’d never let it get the best of me
And I know just how far it goes
Gutted from the summer moving work in the cold
This was all I ever wanted to be
And I’m human with the motion
Gotta be careful I might drown in the ocean
A pop-punk compilation benefitting the beloved Club 85 venue in Hertfordshire, UK, featuring contributions from 32 bands. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 8, 2020
This Atlanta group have a unique take on Americana, bridging queer cabaret culture of the 1920s and '30s with punchy contemporary rock. Bandcamp New & Notable May 28, 2019