It's the smell of airplane cabins or a sunrise in the cold.
Snowcapped rooftops wake up with stories untold.
Lost in a sleep you can't just walk through.
I won't fail you if you don't let me in.
I'm breaking down through the balls and sockets that don't quite fit.
I am no man. Just a wreck of broken plans.
You will never not have scrapes. You can learn to live with the aches
That unsteady footing calls over to stay at your house.
They've been sleeping on the couch.
They've been sleeping on the couch.
Keeping quiet leaving a mess
Of hair clippings cut blind from the back of their head so anxious.
You can't hide behind a new name.
Cough up words that don't mean a thing
Walk home down someone else's street.
supported by 4 fans who also own “Compression, Compression”
i'm no good so i'll let everyone else do the talking abt how great this album is bc i have more important things to talk abt like that it was recorded in my hometown!! i was walkin around a stupid little ten-year-old and they were in the stu makin this album less than a mile from my house!! what!!!!! Elizabeth
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