Eye from Worthitpurchase by Worthitpurchase

Rushing past the rec center to beat the five o’clock
Pointing at all the houses we can’t afford
I may as well be pointing at the state of California
I drop you off and watch you close the door

Crowded on the calendar as kids engulf the block
Crowded clothes across your bedroom floor
It’s always such a stiff changeover to September
Though seasons have no meaning anymore

I wake up and my eyes still hurt
Start the day in my favorite shirt
Inelastic perfect mind
Don’t hold your breath on endless time

One day late
One dollar short
We could still have some fun
I hold on to the promise that you’ll
You’ll still call me when you’re bored

Well, if you don’t like me
Please don’t write me anymore

We both know that there are ends
And there are bitter ends
I’m afraid of being turned around in your hands
Til I’m not me anymore

So, if you don’t like me
Please don’t invite me

I wake up and my eyes still hurt
Start the day in my favorite shirt
Inelastic perfect mind
Don’t hold your breath on endless time

I wake up and my eyes still hurt
Start the day in my favorite shirt
Inelastic perfect mind
Don’t hold your breath on endless time

• Pop
• art pop
• bedroom pop
• indie pop
• lo-fi pop
• studio pop
• Los Angeles