A secret life in a secret culture
A former friend and a first love
Hunting you down, hunting in the suburbs
Find where you live, find where you'll die
Keeping a pact I make with myself I follow them home, keeping just shy
Peep through the walls, through the container
Containing life, unchain myself
We were boys but you had a brother
We all know what happened there
He's on the roof on acne medication
He got down, so we went up there
I'm scared of heights and I shouldn't trust you
I won't have to throw my own self off
You'll be the one a couple years later
Losing my faith and friend
I had no choice then
Why would I have one now
I tortured myself because of your family
I breathe down the neck of any person who'll come close enough to me
I'm sorry your hurting
I'm sorry you hurt me
Walked into your room and threatened your life
While you sat there at your computer
Crying in only your underwear
What does it mean?
Does it even matter?
Do I have to pretend that it does?
Someone calls but it's the wrong number
She says "Hello" with so much love in her voice
I think that sometimes we misplace our love.
credits
from Buoyant Spirit,
released February 1, 2016
Zach Alderman - drums
Chase Harris - guitar
Brett Taylor - programming, keyboards, bass synth, contact microphone, vocals
Classical instrumentation mixed with emotionally direct art-pop songwriting and sensibilities—unique, lush, warm, and complex. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 30, 2019