I am my mother's son
I win the words but come undone
It's a wreck by a thousand cuts
Empty pockets, full of air
Empty headed, I lie when I say I don't care
And I don't care
And we've all had bleeding hearts for something
We’re all just bleeding out for something else
We are trouble
We are a puzzle
We are a Rubik’s cube and life is just a bubble
Waste of pixels, waste of paint
Bite your tongue and contemplate
It’s a wreck by a thousand shakes
And we've all had bleeding hearts for something
We’re all just bleeding out for something
We’re all just bleeding out for something
We’re all just bleeding out for something else
Has our blood turned frozen?
We left a door open, now the cold is slipping in
Have once warm hands turned to ice?
You know, I don't think I know you when you're like this
This Toronto group's sound unabashedly hearkens back to the bouncy indiepop of the Darling Buds and the Primitives. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 11, 2019
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