Like the brakes on my car
I won’t get too close
I’m stopping short to resort my last support
Calling you 3 am
Hope your still sneaking in
To your bed
Like the nightmare you had
Like the hat on my head
I won’t rest too tight
I’m nervous, no service
My signals still falling
Please don’t try calling me
Like the way you like it
I’ll keep my distance
Strictly platonic
Move like tectonic plates
Like your Fucking doctor
I’ll be on call at night
Pick up the phone when your
Drunk and alone stop
Questioning my methods
And holding your breath and
Shouting
Clearly I can’t hear you
Like my old best friends
I won’t call you back
I regret to inform that I’ve
Lost all my warmth, thought I’d
Give it a chance
Try to freelance my time
Self-described "power goth" band from Colorado goes maximalist with a strident album inspired by ’90s pop punk, emo, and alternative. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 30, 2023