smithereens from bobber by pistol gang

lost on a mission
Clockin a hot mach ten on the highway
Soon as I get somewhere
l'll slow and shift her down

Big television
Showing my dreams then its smashed into smithereens
Pick up the pieces
I'll try to keep them

cuz you dont stop breathin until you're dead In the dirt
And stop thinking until your brain dont work
And stop feelin until you feel your last hurt
And I feel this

I'm goin fishin
Castin it out so far that I castaway
Feelin the current
I'll follow it back home

new composition
It's missing something, a minuscule detail
Searching for reason
I'll try to please em

• Alternative
• acoustic
• bedroom pop
• indie
• lofi
• Kalamazoo