Fading like a fantasy at the edges of a dream.
Standing to the right, listening to you all night.
I was an oil tanker wreck, up to chipmunk cheeks in debt.
Filling up the sea with salty memories.
And if they forget about me, I guess I can readjust my goal and play a supporting role.
Coming back into yourself, after serving someone else, can feel like a crime to have your own sense of time.
Seven or eight years ago I was on the radio.
A college campaign to scrounge up some change, but I was ashamed.
My forest was in flames.
I hope you forget about me, and know that it never was my goal to play a supporting role.
I hope you forget about me, and know that it never was my goal to play a supporting role.
Coming back into yourself after years of someone else
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