Axis from Pottery Class by Lande Hekt

I’m capable on paper, that doesn’t mean much in practice. I swear that I’m running but really just spinning on my axis.
When I list off all my friends, it makes me feel worse ‘cause it makes no sense. I feel lonely, forgotten. That’s not how I should feel. I’ve lost it then.

It’s always the bad days that keep me from pushing forward.

Late nights keep me down but it’s different from how it used to be. Birds fly past the bedroom and Lola wishes she was set free.
We both like to wish we were outside in the fresh air chasing magpies. Well rounded, outdated, there’s nothing I haven’t seen and I hate it.

• Punk
• dream-pop
• indie-pop
• indie-punk
• indie-rock
• queerpunk
• Bristol