Swinging her arms quietly to herself.
This girl speaks louder than words.
"They play loneliness to themselves"
she said, and confidence is overheard.
One slap two slap, a blue songbird.
Irony in the song as we played it wrong.
one flap two flap, empty pictures.
Timmy plays harder this won't last long.
Swinging her thoughts around her bedpost;
This girl isn't playing but she knows
"the games in sleep is where it matters most".
A play if the closing is coming -
This won't last long.
When's the last time you felt needed, girl?
Cuz' I don't feel they need me anymore.
But she's a silhouette of a woman in my eyes, in thoughts,
she thought "It's fair, I think, for a man to cry sometimes."
I can't believe now that I was this close
to becoming the man against the whole world.
I can't believe the face I can see on you
cuz' I'm guilty of honesty even when its cold.
By the way if you missed it the first time Sara
I'd rather be Pandora's box than the girl herself.
But I can't believe now that I was this close
to becoming the man against the whole world;
cuz' everyday is a trap set to catch your love.
So take a moment of silence for the broken girl.
Bracing post-hardcore meets festival-ready rock on the Tokyo band's sharp new EP, mixed and mastered by Will Yip (Turnstile, Title Fight). Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 8, 2024