she wrote the stars upon your arms
carved you a new
ball point scar
and while she kissed you i climbed parking lots
to strum these quiet chords
all the notes on a shit guitar/ brought me no closer to your heart
still no closer
no one likes the month of october
sky is grey and the weather is colder
we catch the last train for the coast
fill our hearts up with hope
and we go
A snarky dispatch from NYC's downtown underbelly that skewers hipster lotharios, malicious models, and other indie-sleaze tropes. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 21, 2023