Julie from Dogwoods by Honeycrush

White roses and the locusts in droves
Burn a blank spot in my mind
And the salt-baked skin you've been swimming in
Has carried you a long distance

You oughta know by now
Living in that house
Is weighing you down
And it may be your dream
To render yourself clean
But it's a temporary resolution

White smoke in serpentine as you choke
Delivering a kind of relief
Let's just pick a day
Stage our getaway
Start drinking ourselves dumb on the beach

You oughta know by now
I couldn't stick around
It's weighing me down
And cruel as it may be
Both our tendencies
Were bound to cause us some confusion

We were empty, wasted
Trying to find the good
Said you'd always hate them
Planted seeds of shame then watched
As roots took
But baby you're off the hook
Baby, you're off the hook

• Alternative
• indie rock
• singer-songwriter
• New York