overwhelmed by the butterflies
& the sight of you pupils
you cannot die
might as well hide
for a couple of weeks yeah a couple of weeks
don’t want to rain on your parade
but enough w your charades
those shoulderblades are filled with hate
i guess i just wanted a taste
then you said im never comming back
back then i tought well here's my soul back
you're conjuring one of my fears again
of being alone in a twin size bed
we get it right , we multiply
the holes we're digging in out graves
we can't take lies
so we compromise
at least I do , i don't know about you
then you said im never comming back
back then i tought well here's my soul back
you're conjuring one of my fears again
of being alone in a twin size bed
you don't get it
you seem to get it right
but im bored of your lies
then you said i might come back
back then i tought where is my soul at
im done being your escape plan
pack your things get out of my head
it doesn't take 3 hundred for me to say i love you now
why does it take 3 thousand miles for you
ironically
to say that you don't know how to speak your mind and your feeling
to choose and decide either you'll stand by me or him
Terrifically edgy guitar rock defines the latest from Amos the Kid, funneling country influence through a gritty indie aesthetic. Bandcamp New & Notable May 8, 2023