this list of things gone wrong
coffee stains and wisdom teeth
this fucking song oh to write this fucking song
stale summer heat is raising inquiries that get to me
no plans at all i swear i put my brain on stall
succumb to short comings, parade around without a care
dim lighting, late, late nights, lets watch the flood carry out this year
this list of things to put away
puts me in the running for the blame
no hope, go home
please dont be mad youve gotta understand
this wasn't planned, my word, my mistake
succumb to shortcomings, sloth around without a care
diminished, defeated, broke in two, consumed with all my fear
no one grows accustomed to growing up to be nothing
theres no company, no remedy, theres no plea
sick on western medicine again.
Sydney group Bloods decamped to Seattle to make this brief, punchy EP that pairs punk attitude with sky-high hooks. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 20, 2020