nothing doesn't change
but I've been praying
something wont
doesn't heal the pain
like it use to
anymore
spill my guts in vain
but I choose to
cuz im bored
something in my brain
wants to drag me
through the floor
baby livin aint a race, and I learned that too soon
lately I cant keep the pace, and I just might loose you
she can see it on my face, im runnin outta breath
maybe nothings left to chase, but i can see death
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