Cold Call from Last Dance by fine.

Its so frustrating
My fingers cripple at these keys
I can’t fathom aptitude tests
When I’m obsessed with staring at trees
The childhood love songs float on the midnight breeze
August comes and now you leave

For a second, a moment I felt at ease
I imagine a future that is not to be
Oh no not another cold call
Called you out
It was a Saturday night
I laid my words like a trap
To get the feeling right

I move my tongue around my own mouth now
I miss my cheek and hit the cracks in my teeth
They’ve been growing now for weeks
Yet I’m not doing anything

An attitude so dead and passive
It tires me out first thing in the morning
Oh, do I leave?
You wrap yourself in anger and tape it up
Seething cynicism and the binding holds tight
Oh, do I leave?

• Acoustic
• Pop
• baroque pop
• dream pop
• duo
• homerecording
• indie
• indie pop
• jangle pop
• sadcore
• slowcore
• Boston