You’re killing me so finish me off or spare me
Nicole, where are you now?
Are you at home?
Priscilla ordering chinese for you
Is Wayne drinking one of those bottles of wine?
Everyone brought one and now he has the time
To relax and unwind
I miss fucking you on your living room floor every Sunday night.
And I miss the smell of your log cabin and your cute little hands grabbing for
mine
I wonder what they’re clasped around now
I know someday’s a lie but is somehow?
How can I survive without you now?
Are you at school?
In the city that falls asleep before you
In a bed that sinks in the middle
And you might be little but I’m big
We both don’t fit
And you used to put up with it
I miss waking up covered in lint
And to your lips pout and hint that you want mine
But I don’t miss not hearing my name
And always wanting more and getting the same
The same old, same old has got me down
You’ve got me now
Baby I tried and tried
I lived and died
And I sacrificed
But I don’t want to be anything
If anything means that I’m something without you
How can I describe my meaningless life?
Without your beautiful light guiding me home every night?
Been following Somos for many years, feeling that they had an opus in them...well, here it is. Driving pop-punk sensibilities lend an upbeat tone in contrast to the grim lyrical proceedings, and they absolutely pull it off. Evocative music that's been on repeat for me all month long. RIP, Phil PaintedDogs
Wife Patrol make instantly catchy alt rock with streaks of punk, new wave, and metal, overlaid with Bangles-esque harmonies. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 20, 2020