I was so fucking heavy
dragging all of this weight
locked myself in my room
writing songs full of hate
lost and left to grow cold
bitter old and confused
overdosing on bad vibes
nothing left to amuse
im still shaking this terror
but long grown out of my rage
I've been learning through error
nothing proud I can say
A nostalgic record full of ambling rhythms, vivid imagery, and cotton-soft melodies tapped out on an ever-present ’70s synth-organ hybrid. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 11, 2021