I'm feeling better
I have no guilty pleasure
If I can't have you, I hate you
My breakdown gave you a break through
She thinks she won, I'm eating my gun
From the start, hugged my pet too hard
Tell me you're done, tell me you're thankful
Tell me you're mad, well I'm fucking hateful
I can never be your girlfriend
Staring back, there's an itch we won't scratch
Get you alone, enter unknown
Come over again, boost the dosage
Beautiful mess, off with the prom dress
Post-punk in the Sonic Youth mold—melody covered by creeping fuzz, anchored by architectural rhythms, with lyrics both abstract and direct. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 5, 2019