hope our tires don’t pop on the glass from wrecks past. Let’s do donuts in the parking lot and tie ourselves into knots until we run out of gas. It’s that time of year again when the ink calls for its pen. So let’s admit our bad habits and that the water has rushed from our hands but at least admit that we’ve done it, embrace and brace ourselves for our next mistake. It’s coming around again when the blood calls for its hands. This time let’s build our house further from town and in the trees highest branches. I know this ladder won’t break because we tied the rope ourselves and won’t forget the way
A churning indie-rock meditation on relationships and personal struggle from the New Jersey band, propelled by powerhouse vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 8, 2020