Glue from Welcome Two by Weary Valley

He comes to me
Whenever I am locked inside my room
Buried in the tune that I call love

He sings to me, the words I cannot hear
But then, the melody's so clear it makes me cry
His love is so beautiful
His love is so real, it smells like glue

He's leaving me
to find a place he never will call home
I stand shaking like a stone
and smile inside

He's calling me
to come to him and curl inside his womb
I hear lies, acid too
But I won't die, the pain is so beautiful
The urge is so real it smells like glue

And I will scream, he hears me
I will tell myself he loves me
And all the lies and fears
will stick to me like glue

• Folk
• basement folk
• bedroom folk
• funeral folk
• indie
• lofi
• Chicago