Your lipstick kiss, it marks my jaw. What is your name, I can't recall? My tangled shirt is falling off. It's in my very nature. Is it my very nature? It is my crib, this bathroom stall. A running tap is my alarm. I'm wearing shoes but not my socks. It's in my very nature. Is it my very nature? Where is my phone, where did I park? The walk of shame is all day long. The primrose path does not lead home. An obelisk, it breaks my fall. I fill my cup with something raw.
A split cassette archives the recordings of two youthful Massachusetts bands, whose sounds range from math rock to dream pop to punk. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 2, 2018