Bury me in postcards
My situation is gray.
Calling out the coast guard
Or some likeness of his waste.
And it's true, that I don't believe you
Let the hours pass away.
Not good enough to be here.
Throwing books across the room
to intimidate the kids at school
But I don't lie, I can't lie
when I know exactly how you feel.
My name is all that clings to my fate
Always my fault, I made a mistake.
I won't buy it.
Letters cut me out.
Letters drag me down.
Platitudes of martyrs
Selling records on the phone
Cut a man between the teeth
To laugh about his blood
And it's true, that I don't believe you
let the hours pass away.
Not good enough to be here?
Throwing books across the room
to intimidate the kids at school
But I don't lie, I can't lie
when I know exactly how you feel.
My name is all that clings to my fate
Always my fault, I made a mistake.
I won't buy it.
Letters cut me out.
Letters drag me down.
My biggest regret is not appreciating Hop Along's live show when I saw them in 2018. I liked this album when it first came out, but recent 'rediscovered' it and I can't believe I didn't make it my entire personality. I've literally brought up not Abel in Torah studies, because it's made me see Cain and Abel in a new light. I'll just rewatch old live performances on repeat and remember to not take concerts for granted <3 SS
On their first new record in six years, the Virginia garage punkers take on the end of the world with the requisite clang and clamor. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 9, 2024