friday night from voice memos by bitter rose

what a hell of a two months it's been (what a hell).
just your typical Friday night, waiting for your boyfriend to come home from work with his best friend, while you're in a room that feels like ice (just your typical Friday night, anything else seems nice)
I know I keep saying I wasn't expecting to be here way here before this
(this is how I'm supposed to see you by the perfect light)
I know you can't predict life, I know you can't predict now and then,
(I know you can't predict now and then)
I know you can't make up your story because it's different, it changes, it's different all the time, it's different.
(don't expect me to go, you just don't expect me to go, don't expect me to go, don't expect me go)
let me tell you it's been a hell of a two months, it's been hell of a two months, it's been a hell of a year.
(I'm leaving at your surprise)
for most of my life I thought I was destined for something else, but I guess that I am different.
( I'm not surprised by you like I used to be, I'm waiting for someone who doesn't give a shit, I am waiting for a call, I guess you were different)
my life's been recent, my life's been spinning, does he really want me? does he know who I am? do I even know who I am, do I even know who I am right now?
my head spinning, I've been spinning into circles, into spirals.
do I want to succeed just as me or how about everyone else except me?

time for a renewal.

• Alternative
• dream pop
• garage band
• lo-fi
• singer-songwriter
• San Francisco