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 matter most.
A play if the closing is coming- This won't last long.
When's the last time you felt needed, girl?
Cause I don't feel they need me anymore,
but she's a silhouette of a woman,
in my eyes, in thoughts.
She thought its 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
cause 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.
(Do you have to shut me down every time I open up?)
And I can't believe now that I was this close to
becoming the man against the whole world
Cause 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