He’s making fun of your brother
And my T shirt is my favorite cover
He’s lashing out at the color
You never knew but he always bugged her to shit when she’s trying to study, would bore her to death when she’s trying to be funny
I’m leaving for the summer, and she isn’t too happy about it. It looks like I don’t but I do give a shit. I wanna make an escape through the front door with my head sore
From the liquor store when you bought for me two bottles two days before I turned 21
Now he does his laundry every week
He takes a hit and lets it steep
He’s turning corners way too fast
He’s answering when no one asks.
And now he’s playing this song straight
You’ll never know it when he breaks
Even if there was something good going, he just has to let it live elsewhere outside his cut up, fucked up limbs it’s a necessary feeling in his guts where the attitude starts, and his heart doesn’t love him anymore
But nothing settles when he’s feeling rough
Takes himself to the park to let it run
Doesn’t think that his love would last
He breaks himself he breaks it fast
An easy-to-love combination of emo and jangle pop, the first full album from Spirit Night in eight years feels bathed in a golden glow. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 8, 2023