I'm wasting me on a wish, a fading memory.
A pipe dream, a pie in the sky black and burning.
If I see you here a lone and you're feeling me,
would you hold me in our bubble?
I can imagine a scene, us in the sea with our bodies quivering
and holding trying to keep our sad souls floating.
It's just me, here a lone and wondering what has come to be.
This angel of mine is in my head, feeding me every line
and freezing you and I into a lovely image that's testing time.
I just hope it will stay cold outside.
Rising Philadelphia band balance oversized pop punk hooks with vivid, intimate lyrics, presenting a raw, honest vision of guitar music. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2022