They say good will always come to those who wait for it
We're running out of patience
I blame the times, inconveniences arise
Too many healthy thoughts to trouble our minds
What was it they said? You're so ugly with your face turning red
Taking medicine to kill those thoughts dead
How right you are
Dwelling on the finer points and now my head is splitting
Damaging my posture
Survive the night, read in books how to do it right
Differences slight by the warmth of the fire light
Trapped in yesterday, pull a muscle in your silent outrage
Read the paper with a salted tongue to turn the page
I'll age until I die
Your skin should tighten with time
A bite-size serving of power pop from a rising Virginia band equipped with three different guitarists; riff snobs won't be disappointed. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 18, 2024