Painted Pictures from Cicatrix by Second Letter

I know you find me unacceptable
Non-programmable
Fighting all those constructs that you made for me

But I take another glass
To feel the hint of normalcy
Felt numb when you only said one word

So, I tried the other tracks
From a washed-up salesman
Bought it hook, line sinker with the rest of them
But I want to smash that glass
There’s a need to feel uncomfortable
I felt born when I spit on your words

We…painted pictures
Of something that will probably never be
We…wasted all this time
Mending cracked structures and false histories

And all I felt like doing
is mocking you
And you kept your cards
So close as if the only path was yours

We…painted pictures
Of something that will probably never be
We…wasted all this time
Mending cracked structures and false histories

We…painted pictures
Of something that will probably never be

What is there left to mention?
Where are those moments we made?
Are there better abstracts
Right here, ready?

• Rock
• indie rock
• post-hardcore
• post-punk
• power pop
• singer-songwriter
• Philadelphia