Dumb.
Just looking for somewhere fun to be
But as far as the eye can see
There are no vacancies,
there are no vacancies
So I'm stumped
Irreversable lump of human me
Elastic seatbelt still hugs me
From the car that night you told me
'I believe in you,
Go follow your dreams'
( All alone, alone, alone, alone, alone, alone, alone, alone)
But dreams can be selfish
I see now there's now way to explain this
So you can't be blamed
From now on it's
Two humans in a bed
Each living in their head
Chasing one another
to their death
Are you happy in yourself?
Sans-physician mental health
you've been keeping to yourself
No, I don't feel so well
And the house you're
living in
all your trinkets,
all your things.
Like a dog when
no one's in:
Unobserved
Are you happy in yourself?
Where do you keep your
private hell?
Am I healthy?
I can't tell
Oh if I could be someone else
Just for ten minutes
Are you lucid,
can you see,
in the future,
we'll be free
in the future,
all there'll be
No hope, no vacancies
Dumb.
Born to run.
You of the door is always open generation
You can do anything if you have the patience
But you don't.
And you can't.
So then,
Life has just arrived
You pull the car into the drive
Take the bags into the kitchen
Draw the curtains
Hit the lights
And just for a second,
you hesitate
as you remember what it used to feel like
New York indie pop duo embark on an ambitious, ecstatic spirit quest, crafted with continuous listening in mind; a dreamy, rewarding loop. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 7, 2023