Waterworks from Seconds by Parker Lee

saw you in a bathroom in a cafe in atlanta
you were crawling up the walls behind my spine
painting freckles black; taking nothing back
you were cold and poison, slipping through the cracks

this pointlessly planned attack made me aware of things i lacked;
a suitable defense against the rain and feathered backs
still, i let you wait your turn. you're always slow at first,
but i know you'll bring down the mountains if you try

drip into something more comfortable
just be sure to keep those well-worn pages dry
there's no room for any growth till you've been through a little pain
after all, what's the shower without the drain?

• Alternative
• Rock
• guitar
• indie
• slide
• whalesong
• York