YOU ALWAYS TOLD ME THAT I SHOULD BUY MYSELF A BOOK. SO I COULD TAKE NOTES ON YOU AND I COULD WRITE THE PERFECT SONG. SO I BOUGHT MYSELF A NOTEBOOK AND I BOUGHT MYSELF A PEN. AND BOUGHT INTO MY VICES. THE WRITING PROCESS BEGAN. I WROTE ABOUT MY POCKETS FULL OF SAND. I WROTE ABOUT SPIDERWEBS AND THIS CHARMING MAN. I KNOW THINGS'LL NEVER BE THAT WAY AGAIN. SO I WROTE ABOUT MY BROKEN HEART. IT'S NOT THE FACT THAT YOU LEFT ME LIKE A BOOK UP ON THE SHELF. IT'S NOT THAT YOU DON'T LIKE ME, I JUST FUCKING HATE MYSELF. SO LET'S DRINK ANOTHER BEER FOR LONELY NIGHTS AND DISDAINFUL TEARS. WE CAN SING A SONG FROM THE OLD DAYS THEY WERE ALWAYS OUT OF TUNE. I WROTE ABOUT MY POCKETS FULL OF SAND. I WROTE ABOUT SPIDERWEBS AND THIS CHARMING MAN. I KNOW THINGS'LL NEVER BE THAT WAY AGAIN. SO I WROTE ABOUT MY BROKEN HEART. IF I EVER FEEL THAT WAY AGAIN I'LL WALK 40 DAYS STRAIGHT. I'M ONLY 3,000 MILES AWAY FROM DROWNING MYSELF IN CRATER LAKE.
Taking cues from Midwestern emo and early ’10 pop punk, this Leeds, UK outfit are full of heart— not to mention hooks. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 21, 2022