Something Wrong from Something Wrong by Third Class

You’ve got to be kidding me. This movie is getting me down. Why do they have to get all fucked up, every time a handful of friends come around? Did I do something wrong? Did I do something wrong? Our baby is sick again. She needs some medication, now. Why did they just take her away and go dark, acting like we did nothing to help. Did we do something wrong? Did we do something wrong? Memories are difficult. It’s not anybody’s fault, no. The later years of life set in and begin to do numbers on older folks’ minds. Nothing really went wrong. Life is just really long. I’m scared she will fall at home, when she’s living there, all alone. The thought of her broken bones churns in my heart and I’m likely to start in on you, as if you’ve hurt me. Please, flirt with me more. Don’t leave. Don’t leave. Don’t leave. I probably did something wrong. I probably did something wrong. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

• Pop
• experimental pop
• indie pop
• poetic pop
• Youngstown