i am lighting this cigarette
from a pack i should never have bought in the first place.
i feel a little bit sick to my stomach,
my hands are trembling, i'm running out of time.
there are ghosts sitting on my shoulders,
they mutter incomprehensible words
to the rhythm of the falling rain,
my twisted thoughts have started crossing the line.
and maybe it's an inside joke,
maybe i'm on the wrong side of the fence,
but baby, if it's not funny,
then why are you laughing?
i am a skeleton painted orange
on display behind shattered glass.
you are the river running through me,
you knock me down on my way home.
it's getting kind of dark out, i can't see.
i guess i'm just eternally on my knees,
all i can make out is "get out while you still can!"
and then a static on your end of the phone.
and i will wait on your front porch,
i will smoke you out of my head.
and maybe you could cut the rope,
or take a razor blade to a screen door,
i know you know that it's not fucking funny,
so why are you laughing?
Bracing post-hardcore meets festival-ready rock on the Tokyo band's sharp new EP, mixed and mastered by Will Yip (Turnstile, Title Fight). Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 8, 2024