GOTH from Marietta by Buddy Junior

voice inside my head says it feels bad
nervous bit my flesh, now my thumb's red

paper always says "it's another end"
gather all you love—better tuck em in

like the way your lip shelters in spit
like the way it is when we're both spent

if it's all my fault, I was the mean one
if it's all my fault, I didn't mean to

shelter is the space where my dead's warm
shadows of the past only grow form

devil on my back wanna be my friend
devil on my back I don't let em in

wanna fall in love, but it hurts though
I just wanna dance with the lights off

thought I felt your warmth, but it's only sound
thought I felt your tongue, but it's only sand

• Alternative
• California
• emo
• shoegaze
• San Francisco