I have to much to confess
I hold the air with my teeth
I have to much to confess
And now I can’t breath
Oh no
Joe you’ve got a call
You’re such a know-it-all
Can’t stand the sight of me
Why not give Em a call?
You don’t know my mum
She doesn’t know what’s wrong
Knocks on my door
When will you move on?
Oh no
My head
The bend
It’s my point of view
I wanna be like you
You don’t eat any meat
You’re only suffering me
You just inject protein right in your bloodstream
You don’t know my dad
He works so hard I feel bad
I’m a clueless kid
But I could be a man
I know
My head
The bend
It’s my point of view
I wanna be like you
My head
The bend
It’s my point of view
I wanna be like you
You said I could be anything I wanted to be
But I’m under qualified to deal with the thoughts in my own mind
It’s a suicidal rage that makes it self know in the oddest way
But I’m under qualified to deal with the thoughts in my own mind
My head
The bend
It’s my point of view
I wanna be like you
My head
The bend
It’s my point of view
I wanna be like you
Bouncy, jangly power pop with a slash of acidic shadow, as the very best twee always has. From Boston, they met at band camp (not Bandcamp). Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 2, 2019